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"Haven't you been tired of being alone with me for so many years?"

Her long, white and slender fingers roamed slowly over his handsome face, as if no matter what could not trace his eyebrows, her eyes were fascinated, obviously looking at him, and as if she was looking through him to see something deeper.

Reluctance, attachment, and reluctance are probably the feelings conveyed in her beautiful eyes.

Asking such a question, but with such a look, Jun Moying's eyes darkened slightly, and he pulled her towards him and kissed her lips fiercely, but his lips were just close to each other, and there was no further movement.

Feng Qian's eyes widened, and he was stunned for a moment, just staring at his dark and dark eyes for a moment.

Fang didn't react immediately when he was pulled by him, so the fingers left on his face accidentally scratched him, leaving a shallow red mark at the corner of his eye, not strict, but she was a little distressed when she saw it.

The two of them maintained this position for a long time before he let go of her.

Feng Qian licked his lips, reattached his fingers to the small mark at the corner of his eye, frowned and said, "Fortunately, it's in the corner of your eye, if you scratch your eye, see what you do." ”

"Then you will be my eyes for the rest of my life." He was solemn and authentic.

For such a warm sentence, Feng Qian only wanted to leave him with three words: neurosis.

"Shallow."

"What for?" Feng Qian blew angrily at the corner of his eyes, his fingers just turned around beside him, not daring to touch it.

"There won't be that day."

Feng Qian was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, he answered the question she asked at the beginning - he was not tired of being alone with her for so many years. In fact, she is not tired, so she seems to be able to empathize with his feelings.

"It's really strange that two people can meet, know and love each other, never get tired of each other for so many years, and stay together."

The sunlight outside the window poured in, golden, warm and warm, illuminating this beautiful afternoon more and more softly.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance lingering in the air, Jun Moying raised her hand to hold the back of her head, her fingertips interspersed with her soft and slightly cool hair, her Adam's apple rolled a little, nodded, and said slightly: "It's quite strange." ”

Feng Qian glanced at him, and continued to focus on the small red mark in the corner of his eye, "Does it hurt?" ”

Jun Moying's heart was soft, "It doesn't hurt." ”

Such a small injury, not even an injury, where can it hurt?

Feng Qian bit her lip, "It's so ugly, a good face is just like that......"

"Ruined?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and with a gentle smile, interrupted her before she could speak.

Feng glanced at him, "Can you stop cursing yourself like this?" ”

Jun Moying smiled lowly and didn't speak.

Coquettish, thin and responsible, a faint style flowed between her delicate and soft eyebrows, Feng Qian sighed, and the love in her eyes suddenly became distant and long, "Actually, do you know, for so many years, what I am most grateful for is not that you love me, but ......"

Speaking of this, she paused, and looked at him with gentle eyebrows, "Do you know what it is?" ”

Jun Moying didn't know what she was talking about, but if she had to let him say it, it would probably mean that no matter what happened, whether he believed her or not, he would always stand on this side.

He looked at her, shook his head and whispered, his thin lips almost touching the tip of her nose, "I don't know, you say." ”