But even if Wells regretted it, it would be no different from the water that was spilled.

This is exactly what it means to be covered with water.

Joan of Arc walked up, it was a café she knew, she knew where everything was placed, and she knew all the stories that had happened here.

Having seen historical changes, as well as joys and sorrows, this small café is a small world that has carried too many changes.

Just like the handwritten words on the title page of Mr. White's diary: one flower is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi.

Although I don't know what Bodhi is like, Joan of Arc just likes this sentence, and I remember that I didn't know those wonderful symbols at the beginning, but Mr. White translated them into French with his eyes and introduced them to him.

From being able to speak French at the beginning, to being able to communicate with others skillfully in English, so much time has passed before I know it, I have changed from a girl to a woman who can get married, and Wells has changed from a little gentleman to a little bastard.

The love that can be ignored has become strong at this moment, and age no longer seems to be a problem, when will the little gentleman who can smile gently be able to hold up a piece of the sky for himself.

It doesn't seem to matter where the candle is, what matters is yourself, you have found the person you can work with.

Looking back at the nervous bad boy and smiling, the truth was no longer cared about, Joan of Arc lifted her skirt and made an inviting salute to the bad boy Wells.

"Mr. Wells White, I'm Joan of Arc Alice, do you have the pleasure of having you dance?" Wells seemed to be infected by Joan of Arc's emotions, and he put his hand on Joan of Arc's.

"My dear Joan of Arc, I will not refuse your invitation at any time. Because you are my favorite Joan of Arc. Wells had a hard hand, and Joan of Arc spun in circles into Wells' arms.

Joan of Arc turned his back to Wells, and when he looked up, he could only see the young man's chin, and the eyes of the two men met, and there was no need for music, and the two of them danced the most appropriate dance.

Only a small candle on the counter shone brightly, and there were no spectators, and the lady of the two was even dressed as a waiter, but the two of them danced to the effect of a dance.

The bell rang at 12.00, and the two people ended the dance at the same time, even if the two of them were almost at the same point this year, but as long as there was a dance, everything was already clear.

The two kissed unbridledly, which made Elivier, who remembered that his personal belongings were still in the café and came back to get things, and after walking out, he returned to the wine cellar.

Such a beautiful atmosphere, but he couldn't let himself be disturbed, Ellivier edited a text message to Wells, and silently quit.

No one will come to disturb this presumptuous couple again, they will be blessed by God, no one will be able to tear them apart again, everything will pass, and the rainbow after the storm belongs to them.

"Why don't you look for candles?" Wells looked at Joan of Arc's red lips, all these years of love finally got what he wanted, but he became even more dissatisfied.

I want to ...... I wish that they were husband and wife now, that someone would come to witness their wedding now, that it would be dawn, that the two of them would be blessed by the priest of the church, that they would have the certificate of marriage now.

"I suddenly found that the most important things are close to me, and there is no need to cling to those things." Joan of Arc's eyelashes brushed straight into Wells's heart like little brushes.

Wells couldn't hold back any longer, and after hugging Joan of Arc into his arms for a few minutes, he hugged the person in his arms and kissed him with a completely protective gesture.

Lovers who have just confirmed their relationship are like this, they can't wait to forget the time, they can't wait to rub each other into their arms, they combine unbridledly, they tell their crazy love, not enough, not enough, how not enough, every cell in the body is clamoring that it is not enough, but what should be done?

There seems to be no outlet for venting, kissing seems to be no longer enough to soothe the fire in my heart, I want more, but what should I do? Wells gently let go of Joan of Arc, but their lips still didn't separate.

It's just that without the enthusiasm just now, the kiss became gentle and restrictive, with a little more reluctance and less irritability, and Wells seemed to understand something.

His hand slowly slid down Joan of Arc's waistline, and Joan of Arc grabbed Wells' hand impatiently, "Don't." The whispered resistance was swallowed back into his throat, but Wells did not continue.

When the two of them finally separated, a reverie-inducing silver thread pulled out between their lips, "I really want to have you now, but unfortunately the time and place are not right." My dear, when I meet you, my stopping power is a 0, you make me crazy, but I am willing, even if it is a crime, I still want you to belong only to me. ”

"Wells, you are drunk, you seem to have drunk too much tonight, can you tell me, why did you come to propose to me after drinking? Or is my presence so terrifying to you? Joan of Arc winked playfully, silently seducing her lover who had just confessed her heart.

Wells really couldn't stand the ordinary hands holding Joan of Arc's face, and the two of them put their heads against their heads, "Yes, what I'm most afraid of is losing you, and when I proposed tonight, I was ready for you to refuse." ”

"So, what will happen to you if I refuse?" Joan of Arc was expecting Wells' answer, but Wells only took a deep breath.

"I didn't think about it, I thought of everything, I just didn't have the guts to think about what would happen to me if you rejected me, because even after drinking, I couldn't accept the fact that you would leave me completely, and fortunately, you didn't reject me, dear Joan of Arc, and you saved a soul that was about to fall."

Wells kissed Joan of Arc again, you are my Eve, my ribs, half of my body, if even you are lost, I don't know if I will fall into hell, thank you for accepting me, dear Joan of Arc, thank you.

I will spend the rest of my life with your dear, please also be with me to continue, we will quarrel, we will curse, but we must not share.

The night is still very long, and I don't know how to spend it......

Saying that, after Yan An'an and Gu Xijue came out, the driver who had been agreed with happened to arrive, and the two of them sat in the car, Yan An'an felt that instead of letting Gu Xijue choose a bad place, it was better to just go to the private coast behind the villa, quiet enough, and no one would disturb him.

So when the two of them were strolling on the fine beach, Yan An'an didn't know how to speak, it seemed that the quarrel in the café had exhausted all her strength, and the cool sea breeze blew away a trace of sorrow in her heart.

"Let's talk about it, it's been too long, Live and Ah Yan will be worried." Gu Xijue looked at the place in front of him where Yan An'an and they had lived for almost a month, and couldn't help but feel regretful.

In the end, I missed the experience of Yan Danyan, obviously I should be the closest person, but there are too many things, but I have to know from the mouths of others, and now I am walking in the place where my lover has walked, but he is not that person on his side, how can it be a little desolate.

"There's nothing to do, it's just that I want to give Ah Yan a guarantee, you know, so far, the one who hurt Ah Yan the most is not someone else, it's you." Yan Anan turned his head and looked at Gu Xijue seriously.

"Even if you deny it, it's useless, the child doesn't have much weight in your eyes, otherwise when Ah Yan is pregnant with her first child, you will compromise, although in this case, you may never have any sincerity."

"But it also proves that the smoke is going to follow you, and you can pull away at any time."

"Don't say anything about feelings, feelings are the most unbearable, I don't deny that some people's feelings are a lifetime once they are identified, but Gu Xijue, these people definitely don't include you."

"Although I say so, but I am actually not so sure about Qin Chu, his job is decided, sometimes, I have to be behind, he is a good policeman, but not necessarily a good lover, a good father. Because of the nature of his job, he didn't have time to break up with me. ”

"So in the end, even if it is separated, it will be me, but Gu Xijue, you and Ah Yan are too unequal, what can bind you? No one knows, it's you, and you're afraid you can't tell, so ......" Yan An'an showed a bitter enough smile.

"I don't ask for anything, you say it yourself, what is the reason why you can make Ah Yan feel at ease, you also saw what Ah Yan was like after Lu Yitan left, I don't want to see such a fragile Ah Yan again, so you say." If you say it yourself, even I can't feel at ease, how dare I give you a cigarette?

"What I promise is too thin and weak, so what I can give is just a test of time, you give me trust, I use time to prove that not everyone makes mistakes, and they will make a second time." Gu Xijue gave such an answer, but it was obvious that Yan An'an was not satisfied.

"Yes, mistakes can be corrected, but the damage is indelible, Gu Xijue, a person who is used to having an affair behind his lover's back, once he is forgiven, there will be a second and third time, because he knows that no matter what he does, he will be forgiven."

"It's a pity, I'm not satisfied with your answer, I won't support or hinder the matter between you and Ah Yan, because at least at this moment you like each other, so I won't do anything to affect the process."

"But Gu Xijue, you only have this one chance, there are only three things, and no one can forgive you unconditionally again and again." Yan An'an looked at the blue sea and let the wind blow his hair.