Are men afraid of thunder?

Feng Li was taken aback by this sudden thought, this is usually quite cold in front of outsiders, he shouldn't be afraid of this natural phenomenon, right?

The dark clouds outside the house seemed to swallow people, so oppressive that they were about to lose their breath.

Lin Yan trembled his thick eyelashes slightly, and his seductive chest and abdomen rose and fell violently.

He has always been indifferent,

He has always been cold and strong,

At this time, he was like an unsuspecting child.

Feng Li let his jaw rest against his shoulder, trying to share his pain.

Lin Yan lifted his eyelids slightly, and his breath was full of the unique jasmine fragrance that lingered on the young man's body.

He looked at the fierce lightning outside the window, his expression lost his brilliance, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Mother left when I was not very old. ”

Feng Li didn't say anything, and listened carefully.

She suddenly remembered Lin Yan's book, if I remember correctly, the name seemed to be called...

《tragedy》

Translation: Tragedy

"Li, do you remember the piano piece I taught you in the luxurious concert hall before?" Lin Yan was lying in her arms, smiling as if she was nothing.

It seems a little weak and distressing.

"The name is 'Sadness', right?" Feng Li stroked his hair and lowered her eyes to meet him.

"Well, my mother gave me that piece by hand, and she left me after handing it over."

Lin Yan hung his head decadently, he didn't shed tears, let alone choke, but these were more distressing, and silent pain was sometimes better than sound.

Feng Li lowered his head and stepped into his arms, closing his eyes and listening to his sudden heartbeat.

"Li, you..." Lin Yan was a little surprised.

"Shh Feng Li put his finger to his lips.

"Don't speak." She looked up, a demonic smile on her lips.

Looking at the young man's lowered head, Lin Yan's originally empty heart became warm.

A picture suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Mom!" The young but handsome and lovely little boy ran among the flowers.

He ran quickly past the flowers and came to a large tree with a swing hanging from it.

The swing was woven with many flowers.

On the swing sat a beautiful woman, her supple blonde hair slowly hanging down her head.

The woman's eyes seemed to speak, her skin was as delicate as snow, and she wore a white dress.

This is a beautiful woman of mixed race from country A and country C, who happily swings on the swing and looks at the little boy in front of her with a warm smile on her face.

The maid standing behind the swing said respectfully:

"Little master."

"Obediently." She stretched out her arms and took the cute and delicate little boy into her arms at once.

The little boy happily slipped into her embrace, a smile of satisfaction and cheerfulness on his face.

"Yan'er, there will be someone in the future, she will be better than me, and she will love you even more."

The little boy looked up a little puzzled, touched her blonde hair, and smiled, "Really? ”

"Hmm." The blonde woman touched his head, and quickly hid the helpless bitterness at the corner of her mouth under his ignorant gaze.

"Yan'er believes in her mother!"

The maid behind them pushed the swing for them, and from time to time there was the laughter of mother and son among the flowers.

I quickly came back to my senses.

Lin Yan's eyebrows and eyes were doting, and he silently looked at the quiet and beautiful face of the young man in his arms with his eyes closed.

Li, for you, I am willing to die.

He lowered his eyes and gently dropped a kiss between the young man's eyebrows, but Feng Li opened his eyes at this moment, causing his face to turn red instantly.

The sky had already cleared, and the sky was revealing a few clouds, and the sun was pouring in, adding warmth.

Feng Li put on his mask again, and after coming out of the hotel, the atmosphere of the two had already become different.

It becomes more intimate and warm.