Half of the moonlight, refracted through the flower window, fell on his angular face, and was plated with a thin and alienated light.

A pair of blood-red eyes are full of the pain of struggle and infatuated love.

His tail was spasming violently: "But it's okay, it's late, the wedding can be postponed." ”

He was there, thinking of his evening, and the love was there, intensifying. Love is there, getting mader and mader.

Su Wan's back was trembling slightly, and tears slipped down quietly.

She squeezed her palm hard, blood dripping from her palm.

A human life, her biological mother, was in the middle of them.

Perhaps, that strange diary, like a demon, infinitely magnifies the dark side hidden in their hearts, separating their hearts farther and farther away.

Li Jingchen pursed his thin lips, and the affection between his eyebrows was clearly recognizable, even if there was an abyss ahead, if he took another step forward, he would fall to pieces.

and also stubbornly walk towards his evening, unto death.

He said in a low voice: "My hand is next to you, and I will not give it up." ”

"Evening, come into my arms, or let me live in your heart."

Su Wan was haunted by a morbid and obsessive affection.

With the barrier surrounded by Simu, the oppression makes people almost breathless.

Her throat felt like someone had choked her, so hot that she couldn't say a word.

Li Jingchen shook off the diary in his hand and threw it in a corner casually.

Tilting his head, the pain melted deep into his bone marrow.

In the middle of the night, he took a few steps forward and stared deeply at Su Wan.

The back of Su Wan's neck is beautiful and fair, and if it is stained with a little bruis, it will definitely be more beautiful.

Li Jingchen leaned down slowly but firmly, his heavy arms wrapped around Su Wan's waist, put his resolute chin against her shoulder, and rubbed it a few times with affection.

His voice was sexy and low, like a dream: "Evening, sleep." ”

"I'll sleep with you in my arms, good night."

Dead.

Su Wan's sleeping face is quiet and beautiful, just like a puppet doll treasured in the window, so moving and beautiful.

He can only hold it alone, and he can only appreciate it alone.

Li Jingchen slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were completely empty.

The tips of his lips twitched slightly, stained with a strange red.

"I'll wait for you tonight, don't ask about the return date."

"When you forgive me, if there is a deadline, it will be for life."

The man's eyes were red, and a drop of sexy sweat broke out from the bridge of his straight nose.

The voice was hoarse for a few dozen degrees: "If one life is not enough, I will borrow a few hundred more years from heaven." ”

Su Wan was silent in her sleep, not hearing his deep whispering.

Li Jingchen reluctantly kissed Su Wanxiang's sweet hair, stood up straight, and left with loneliness.

……

Early the next morning.

The wind is light.

The clouds are light.

Fine.

Su Wan tried her best to pull out a smile at the woman in red in the mirror, it was beautiful, but it was so beautiful.

Li Jingchen, who had not returned all night, stood at the door, the pale light concealed most of his figure, leaving a resolute and compelling face.

He looked at Su Wan silently, his eyes filled with dark mist.

Su Wan noticed an endless gloomy gaze, and subconsciously turned around.

She was slightly stunned, time seemed to have stopped, and the mechanism on her body was controlled and motionless.

Li Jingchen looked at Su Wan for a long time, his eyes as if he was about to devour people.

He lowered his eyes, and his thick, straight eyelashes formed a deep fan, covering the ferocious beast within.

"Late, it may rain outside, I'll send you."