She waited for a while, and seeing that Rong Yi didn't speak, she bit her lip,

"I think that if he is alive, he will be able to help me learn more about the Yin Saint Sect in the future. Maybe one day, when the Soul Locking Spell is lifted, he will be able to help me. At that time, I was really anxious, and I didn't think about it, I'm sorry."

Her fingers were soft and delicate, like the new shoots of March on the tree gently brushing his fingertips, as if they had climbed from his fingertips to his heart, and were also surrounded by such a tender touch, a smile rose on his lips, and her slender fingers wrapped her soft hair in the palm of his hand.

"Needless to say, I'm sorry. I didn't want to hear you say I'm sorry. ”

It's not to listen to her apologize, what does that mean? Ming Yulong looked at him, there was a faint hesitation in his eyes, and he seemed to understand something.

Rong Yi rubbed her fingers, the soft and boneless palm was like a ball of cotton, and he rubbed it greedily,

"Maybe if you want to say it, it's a little bit angry. I heard the words of you and Yanluo outside, and then saw you intimately together, but I know that these things are not true. Although you are generous and easy-going, and have a good relationship with people, you will have your own principles.

Just to hear you say "You don't mind, what else do I mind?" "At that time, I don't know what I am in your heart.

Is it someone who can share everything with you, your safety, your emotions, your joys and sorrows, they are willing to tell me, so that I can experience your emotions like you. ”

Ming Yulong pursed her cherry red lips, looking at Rong Yi's warm and smiling face, the fragrant breath emanated around her body with his body temperature, and on her smooth god-like face, the eyes like a phoenix staring at her.

This man with elegant phoenix bones, the most elegant and noble son of the whole Tianyuan, the first son who made countless girls and women can't help but tiptoe to look twice, this Rong Yi who has gathered all the hard work of the creator.

Such a question would be asked.

Even if she is already with him, he will have this kind of psychology of ordinary people suffering from gains and losses.

Men in love are not much better than women, they will be jealous, they will be envious, they will be lonely, they will measure, and they will do all the things that ordinary people do.

It sounds childish.

Not really.

It's a precious feeling.

Especially this kind of person who is blessed with something to give and take.

Put a person in the bottom of your heart and cherish it with every inch of your heart.

She remembered the hesitation and hesitation when she stood in front of the door this morning, and wondered if Rong Yi was also standing in the door at that time, with the same complicated mood as her.

"Well, actually, I'm the same, when I said that, I jumped out directly, without taking into account your mood."

Ming Yulong's fingers picked at his palm, his head hung down, and he rested on his shoulder.

"I understand your words. Just like I said to Nalan Lian that day, although I don't know what the future of Lu Dao will be, but my heart now only wants to be with you. All the longings and fantasies about love come from you. ”

The last sentence was like putting a large jar of honey into a teacup, Rong Yi's smile was dyed with the beauty of the spring breeze, and her fingers lifted her chin,

"What you want, no dreams, no fantasies. Whatever you want, as long as you say a word, I am willing to give it to you. ”