"I don't want to listen to your concerns, and I don't want your assurances. There is only one thing I want......"

He held the cold handcuffs and cuffed them to the bare skin of the summer evening wind. The cold iron and the warm skin made her shiver slightly.

Then I heard Bo Shaoyu's affirmative answer.

"It's just you."

His voice was cold, but his eyes didn't know when it began, and they became extremely warm.

It was like a fire, and he didn't need to do it himself, and when the fire burned under his eyes, he had already burned his clothes clean.

"It's fine." Xia Wanfeng tried to calm his emotions, "But I'...... Hmmm......"

The words were swallowed.

The man was getting impatient.

Can't wait.

From the time I was in the hospital...... Until now, it's like a heart roasting on a fire.

Again and again, it was repeatedly burned, tortured, tormented at the junction of dreams and reality.

He was desperate...... It was so desperate to feel her presence.

Feel her really.

He......

I'm going crazy.

Even now, I still doubt that it is a dream in front of me.

And the terrible thing is that in every dream with a summer evening wind, he will not be willing to wake himself up.

I don't bite my fingers stupidly and find out, ah, it turned out to be a dream, it turned out to be ......

It's fake.

He's real......

It's going crazy.

The clothes of the summer evening breeze were torn apart by the sting.

Feel it with your hands, feel it with your lips, feel it with every part of your body, even every cell.

The person in front of him ......,

Warm breath, warm body, warm face, and......

A warm smile.

Over and over.

Over and over.

And no pity.

Is it a dream?

Think of it as a dream.

Torture her, torture herself, set free, dare not release the beast in the heart.

Showing fangs,

Day by day, eat her.

Again and again, again and again.

The sky is white and it won't stop.

Until the whisper of a pleading like a little hand whimpering, until she gave up, until she agreed, until she fainted.

Just......

Gently hold the person in his arms.

Hidden in the bones.

Hide in the nest of the heart.

Nor do I let go.

Xia Wanfeng was half-asleep and half-awake, as if she felt someone holding her, in the neck socket......

Silently weeping.

Her neck was covered with cold and wet tears.

In the silence of the night, only the voice that seemed to sigh, as if it was a whimper.

"Late ......"

"I miss you so much......"

*

The summer evening wind suddenly opened his eyes.

I touched the position of my neck as soon as possible, and there was no trace of it.

Is it a dream?

It's a dream.

Never seen ...... The man was crying.

She muttered to herself, turned her head, and Bo Shaoyu was sleeping next to her with her eyes closed.

It seems that he is extremely tired, and there is a cloud of blue and black right now.

But he ...... I slept so deeply.

It seems like......

It's been a long, long time......

I haven't slept like this.

The summer evening wind felt warm in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch him......

I always feel that it is strange and distressing.

But just raised his head, which kind of body...... The overwhelming pain swept in.

It was as if it suddenly woke up at this moment, and then exploded!

The painful summer evening wind almost shed tears!

It really hurts.

It really hurts!

Unlike the previous feelings, she always thought that it was the limit of Bo Shaoyu's before, but ......