Su Wan's heart trembled, her throat was already choked, and it took a long time before she struggled to squeeze out two words: "Fool." ”

Her slender fingers involuntarily rested on Li Jingchen's head, gently rubbing them.

His hair was wet and slightly warm. Like a dark mist, paranoia and pathology swelled in.

Li Jingchen is a fool and a madman.

When "Su Wan" was fifteen years old, until she is now twenty-two years old, for these seven long years, he has been hiding in a closed "palace", torn and painfully allowing the love in his heart to ferment and rot, but everything is silent.

His affection, his dedication, will only shock her again and again!

Li Jingchen forcefully dropped Su Wan's hand, and the fingertips of the two people were intertwined with each other.

His thin lips were close to Su Wan's ear: "If I can't see Wanwan, I miss you very much, I miss you very much." "I'm going crazy at the thought.

He clearly remembered his appearance at night, firmly engraved in his mind.

When his thoughts were deafening, when his love was uncontrollable, he was full of bone-eroding love, carving out her facial features in the evening, so as to comfort her bitter thoughts.

She remembers the sweet hair, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the breath on her body clearly.

The tip of Su Wan's heart was grabbed by a demon, and she was so painful that she almost couldn't breathe.

She is distressed about Li Jingchen's deep affection and unrepentant, and she is also jealous that she is not the real "Su Wan". In those lost years, she had not been loved by him like this, affectionately, and she was jealous when she thought about it.

All the distress was only turned into one sentence: "Li Jingchen, I will be by your side for the rest of my life." ”

"You don't have to hide here, you don't have to hide in the black wasteland, carving puppet dolls."

Because she will always be by Mr. Li's side, every minute and every second.

Li Jingchen's eyes lit up, and the stars twinkled, pouring out a particularly touching gentleness.

He whispered softly, "Wanwan, you're so nice." ”

"That's good."

Su Wan's nose was sour, a good person is you Li Jingchen.

She still felt sorry for the wound on his chest: "Li Jingchen, is your wound painful?" ”

Li Jingchen's big, ribbed hand landed on the wound on his chest, and his perfect fingertips were gently rubbing.

Blood, little by little, drop by drop.

The deep sea where the love poison flowers bloom is boiling with hot and fierce longing.

His voice was endlessly hoarse: "Late night, at most, there is only a scar on the heart." ”

It's the scar of love late.

……

It was the breeze of the night, flowing slowly.

In this deep sea by the side of Xiangshan, the scenery at night is particularly beautiful, and the lights are swaying.

A man with perfect ascetic eyebrows and eyes walked in front, his posture was as tall as jade, and his lines were clear and smooth.

The tips of his lips twitched gently, and his eyes were filled with morbid and treacherous longing, and he was able to relive those memories with him in the evening.

Let his heart beat hard!

The woman who was leading her followed behind, her light veil draped over her shoulders, and the fragrance floated like nothing.

is deeply stimulating the domineering and gloomy man, wanting to imprison her in the bottom of his heart, drawing the ground as a prison, and not allowing her to escape.

More than a dozen strong men dressed in national costumes are dancing around a blazing fire, with several different colors of paint painted on their faces.

Each of them held two flames in their hands, and with the dancing steps, the brilliance fell on their faces, and it turned out to be a little terrifying.

Su Wan smiled lightly, tilted her head sideways and stirred her head: "Li Jingchen, the seascape at night is so beautiful." ”

Suddenly, a strong man's torch was thrown in her face!