It was late at night

The door was quietly pushed open, and a figure silently moved closer to the bed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The green silk sprinkled on the pure white bed, the black and white visual conflict was particularly eye-catching, and the man walked towards the curled up light words step by step.

The slender long fingers brushed the soft green silk, revealing that breathtaking beauty, lowered his eyes to examine her, opened his lips, but did not make a sound, only a silent sigh.

The man bent down, stroked her forehead, and sat down silently on the edge of the bed, gently holding her slender hand. He pried open her lips and wrapped her tongue around her, sucking her breath. She muttered softly, her soft and shallow murmur whispering in the wind, so gentle that it melted people's hearts.

She frowned, suffocating kisses, fingers unconsciously hooking his collar. He was silent, his lips held hers, swallowing all her moans ~ groans into his abdomen, and smudged into a dull one. The fingers that were lightly drawn on her face suddenly stopped, and then slid to her waist, and at the end, he just clenched his fingers and hugged her gently, his chin resting lightly on her hair, his fingers from the corners of her forehead, and his closed eyes were thinly sliced, and his expression was lazy, as if he was thinking about something. As long as you can accompany her like this, even if you don't say anything, your heart can feel calm. The pupils cut by the autumn water are extremely beautiful, even if they are closed, the long eyelashes tremble, and the green shade under the eyes also casts a blur.

I don't know how long it was, and he didn't pay attention until a ray of rising sunlight poured in through the tulle, he sighed shallowly, and gently pulled the quilt for her, and left quietly as he came, leaving no trace.

At the same time that the door was silently closed, Ye Qingyan in the bed also opened his eyes, staring at the residual warmth in his palm, and his slender fingers gently stroked his red lips, stunned. It is indescribable to find the complexity of that moment, so deep and deep shock clenched her heart, she didn't dare to speak, she didn't dare to move, her heart was chaotic.

The devil sent the gods, and she went out of the room barefoot.

On the stairs, Qingyan stood quietly, looking at the man's tired face leaning lightly on the sofa, surrounded by ethereal smoke, the faint smell of tobacco permeating the air, sniffing lightly, at this moment, Qingyan suddenly felt very relieved. As if feeling the gaze sweeping on him, Gu Mingxuan's tightly closed eyes opened suddenly, his eyes collided, he was startled, his little face turned white, and he was a little overwhelmed.

The cold gaze with a touch of warmth swept over the little woman's thin clothes, the man's eyebrows couldn't help frowning, strode forward, stopped her waist, hugged her into his arms, bit his lip lightly, and remained silent without speaking.

Feeling the shrunken delicate body of the little man in his arms, Gu Mingxuan couldn't help but soften the cold and hard lines, and his warm big hand caressed her back.

"Gu Mingxuan........" She whispered timidly, her little hand was firmly held in his palm, so intimate, this voice was so deep that he could not breathe with inexplicable emotion.

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Silent late at night

Bottles of liquor poured into his throat fiercely, and Jiro drank it frantically, how he wished he could get drunk like crazy, so drunk that he couldn't think about anything!

However, no matter how he poured it, his consciousness was still clear, and he had never hated his amazing amount of alcohol so much for a moment!

When he saw her for the first time, she was so calm, and there was no emotion on her indifferent little face, and that time, he suddenly felt a little sorry for this girl who pretended to be strong.

Later, the unexpected encounter between him and her made a little wave in his calm heart. She thought it was their first meeting, but what she didn't know was that every time they met, he was always watching her from afar.

waited until she came to France, he accompanied her uncontrollably and guarded her, but he didn't dare to show the slightest friendship, for fear that she would be estranged, he would rather she know everything and enjoy his contribution unscrupulously.

It turned out that he had been silently in love with her for so long........

But on the day when silent love also broke out, perhaps, he waited for this day for a long time, it turned out that he still couldn't do it after all.........

“jiro！” This way of drinking is too terrifying, and Song Jing is worried to stop it.

Jiro smiled wryly, why aren't you drunk yet? Why isn't he drunk yet? No matter how drunk he was, he didn't know how not to think about her. But after that, he didn't have the courage to see her again.

He didn't know what she thought, and he didn't dare to guess what she would think of him, it didn't matter, because even he couldn't forgive himself! What shameless love, he spits on himself!

"You don't understand!" He pushed Song Jing away and slammed his fist into the table. "You know what? I'm still not as free and easy as I thought, looking at her every day, but I have to constantly suppress it, how painful that feeling is! I can't let go......... Knowing that she doesn't love me at all, I still shamelessly want to rob her life, and in the end, it's just a ........ after all" He held his head in pain and let out a sound.

"How can I not understand it?" Song Jing poured a sip of wine, and the bitter taste spread, flowing all the way to the bottom of his heart, and a sentence aroused Song Jing's sour thirst. If he can go back, what else can he hope for? Perhaps, it was a dream!

Han Qi said, let go, this is already the best ending for them.

This time, she didn't shed a single tear, raised the corners of her lips lightly, and smiled bitterly and beautifully.

She had already turned around, but he was still standing still........

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and smoked

The four looked at each other, each speechless.

Before she could run away, Jiro took the initiative to look away.

As early as when he decided to do this, he knew that unless he could hide it from her for the rest of his life, he would ........

Jiro's eyes darkened, and he knew that he would not be allowed to stop by her side...... As long as he saw that she was well, he should be content.

He was silent for a while, and then whispered, "Whispering, I'm leaving." ”

Her eyes were confused, with a hint of shame, how could she afford such a heavy friendship? "Precious." (To be continued.) )