Momo just kissed the blood off Jian Hai's lip flap and left after a few seconds.

And Jian Hai was there with his eyes wide open like petrification, but he didn't scrub his lips again.

He stared nervously at Momo's lips all night.

The next morning, Momo saw him still standing in the sink of the balcony, scooping a handful of water and looking in the mirror.

She walked over angrily, knocked out the water in his hand, and shouted, "No need to wash it! Very clean! Really clean! ”

"Really clean? Don't you think it's dirty? Jian Hai grabbed Momo's hand.

"Where is it dirty? It's always clean, okay? The words were repeated countless times.

"Would you like to do it again?"

"It's already clean, I really don't need to wash it anymore...... "Momo is about to collapse.

"I said yesterday, like yesterday, would you like to do it again?" When the morning light came, Jian Hai's face was glowing, but his tone was like a child wanting more candy.

Mo Mo was stunned and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the psychologist's words came to his mind: he always felt that his lips were dirty, and he could only give him a stronger and better feeling, and this feeling would cover the original one, and maybe the disease would be cured without cure.

The child was sick and had a fever, and he was sent to the hospital in the middle of the night, and he was busy running before and after; When he was uncomfortable, he made the child urinate and urinated, bathed and fed, washed and cooked; The house he lived in, the child's hospitalization fee, were all his......

And himself, never did anything for him.

If that helps him, what's the point of hesitation?

Seeing that Mo Mo was silent, Jian Hai snorted: "Yesterday...... It was so fast that I didn't have time to feel it. ”

Mo Mo looked up and looked at this lonely and troubled man who had not been close to women for twenty years, and was very distressed.

She smiled, took his cold, red, swollen hand and gently pressed it on both sides of her waist, and said softly, "Close your eyes." ”

Jian Hai obediently closed his eyes, his long eyelashes jumping and fluttering in the sun.

Momo put his arms around his neck, took a deep breath, and kissed him slowly.

Completely different from that person's aura.

Mo Mo closed his eyes, and all that flashed in his mind was the past with Wang Zi.

Her first kiss, his deep kiss, his strong kiss.

They swim in the deep sea, wander among the flowers, chase through the forests, and have endless joy.

The past seems like yesterday, but it is not the present.

She felt a pain in her heart and wanted to stop.

However, we can't afford to lose all our efforts.

Every time she goes deeper, every point she enters, the person she hides deep in her heart becomes twice as clear.

Her lips were wrapped around hard, as if this would eliminate her determination to retreat, and relieve her longing for that person and the pain in her heart that had never gone away.

Wang Zi.

Wang Zi.

You and I are strangers in this life?

All the past is gone in your eyes?

……

The tears in the corners of Momo's eyes slipped down silently, crystal clear in the morning light, and the hanging hands firmly clenched the long-term lovesickness and sorrow in the air.

Jian Hai hugged Momo tightly, like a lion that had been sleeping for a hundred years being awakened, turning passivity into initiative, research into exploration, caution into boldness, and shallow tasting into indulgence.

The two tightly kissed figures were bathed in the warm morning light, and they never separated for a long time.

Shiyin, who had just gotten up, looked at this scene with a fluffy head and was stunned, and for a long time, she turned around shyly.

In the garden downstairs, Zhenfeng, who was carrying breakfast with great interest, watched this scene like a harsh winter, and the things in his hand were scattered all over the ground.