However, so the passion has a time to cool.

When everything is calm, a long silence ensues.

Qin? Cheng sat at the head of the bed, holding a cigarette in his hand, smoking one puff after another.

The bedside lamps had been turned on, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows had been opened, and the evening breeze blew in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it could not blow away the smell of wine in the room, and the chaotic smell of the wine.

The cigarette in his hand is getting shorter and shorter, Qin? Cheng took a hard puff and snuffed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

It was full of cigarette butts, and I don't know how many I smoked, and the two cigarette cases on the bedside table were already empty.

He opened another box, pulled one out of it, and lit it.

A faint blue smoke floated out of the red dot in his hand, swirled around his fingertips, and then drifted into the air.

The smell of wine, smoke, charming, all kinds of flavors are mixed together, and the smell is not good.

He grew more and more distraught.

Pick up the clothes on the ground and put them on, get up and walk to the balcony.

The autumn night breeze was a little cool, blowing on him, blowing away the last trace of dizzy enthusiasm.

But he couldn't blow away the sorrow.

He leaned against the railing and took a hard puff of the cigarette in his hand, the smoke ring slowly exhaling from his mouth and drifting away with the wind, blinding his vision.

Through the curling smoke, he looked distractedly at the woman in the room, on the bed, who had fallen asleep.

There was only a window headlight on in the room, which was a little dim, and he was standing outside, a little far away, and his vision was not clear.

However, even so, you can still see her arms on the quilt, bruised.

She fainted, and even after taking a shower and taking medicine, her face was still not good.

All of this is an accusation of his loss of control and madness.

He took another hard puff and tossed the end into the ashtray on the round table on the balcony.

Walk into the house, put her hand on the quilt, cover the quilt, don't catch a cold.

He didn't go out again, but sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently at her face.

Hongxia had receded, and her face was a little pale at this time.

Qin? Cheng raised his hand, gently stroked her eyebrows, followed the bridge of her upturned nose, and gently touched the tip of her delicate nose.

Just as he was about to move down, he saw a small wound at the corner of her mouth, and her pupils shrank slightly.

He withdrew his hand and looked at it distractedly.

Until now, I don't know how things could have happened to this point.

She's his woman anymore......

Is it the effect of alcohol, or is it that alcohol is not intoxicating, people are drunk.

The deep love of the two lives, this woman has long been engraved into the mind and integrated into the bone marrow.

Qin? Cheng rubbed his temples, perhaps, from the moment he remembered the memories of his previous life, he should have stayed away.

It shouldn't be so lingering and entangled.

It's not going to get to the point where things are getting to this point.

He has no regrets, this is the woman he loves like life, the woman he longs for for two lifetimes.

It's just that he can't give her a future.

Qin Yunyu was very tired, and she slept very deeply this night, and she didn't wake up until noon the next day.

He opened his eyes in a daze, his body remained in his original position, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he didn't dare to move at all.

Then she sneered, she was beaten to death without frowning, and now she is afraid of this pain, it is really hypocritical.

There was a thick smell of smoke next to her, and she turned her head and saw Qin? Cheng held a cigarette in his hand and smoked silently.

The ashtray next to it was already full of cigarette butts.

She looked cold and sneered, not knowing whether to mock herself or him.

Just as he was thinking about it, a big hand suddenly appeared on his waist, and the person was pressed back again.

Qin? Cheng leaned over......