Evil Mo watched her tears rain down, watching her bite her lip tightly, looking heartbroken.

He was agitated, he was restless, and he turned to the hateful man and whispered:

"She said she didn't want to see you, she didn't want to talk to you, so let's go!"

He felt unease like never before.

"Luoyi, open the door!"

He's impatient, he's going crazy!

He must, immediately, immediately take Himeko and disappear in front of this man!

Because his instincts told him that they had just started and had entered the countdown to the end.

The only thing he wants to do now is to take Himeko away with him ostrichly, and he doesn't care about anything else.

Luo Yi walked quickly to the closed carved door, said a word for voice sensing, and the door quickly "clicked" open.

The man stood in the rain and muttered three words:

"Little Fairy"

The corners of his lips tasted salty and astringent, and at the bottom of his heart, he was numb with pain, and he had no sensation.

These three words are the three words of their fond memories

He once told her that she was the little fairy he stole from the mortal world, with a bright and bright sunshine, reflecting his originally dark life as bright as heaven.

Obviously, Himeko's nickname for these three words has long been unforgettable.

Her tears, like beaded curtains falling from the sky, kept snaking down her cheeks, converging between her perfectly curved chins, and then drip into the hairy white placket, and finally there was no trace.

"Still don't you want to see me?"

His voice was filled with extreme pain and sorrow.

"Himeko, let's go inside."

Holding an umbrella in one hand, Evil Mo took her hand and walked briskly towards the door with her.

A very light, very light sigh, with an unsteady tremor of breath, rumbled like thunder in this night, pricking Himeko's fragile nerves.

She couldn't take it anymore!

Shaking off the hand that had been grabbed by the evil desert, she turned and ran to the back of the departing figure.

Looking down at the hand that had become empty and stagnant in mid-air, Evil Mo knew that she had left him.

He was stunned, just staring at his hands in a daze, even the checkered umbrella on his head fell on the wet lawn, allowing the rain to gather into puddles in the umbrella surface, and he didn't know it.

"Also!"

Himeko cried and hugged the back tightly from behind, accusing him of his heinous crimes:

"You're leaving me again, aren't you!? You ruthless man!! ”

She used her small blue and white fists to hit his broad back like raindrops, venting the dissatisfaction and sadness that had been buried in her heart for a long time.

The man named Yi suddenly turned back in disbelief, and the source of his lovesickness was tightly embedded in the arms that had been empty for a long time.

His arms have been filled, and his heart has been filled.

Hugged tightly by him, Himeko struggled hard to try to push him away, crying in her mouth:

"Let's go! Let's go! Don't come back if you're gone!! ”

But no matter how much this man struggled or scolded her, he held her to the ground and didn't let go.

With nothing to do, she picked up her little fist again, raised her head and scolded him:

"You go, bastard! I don't want you anymore! ”

The weeping face in front of him made him full of joy.

"I want you, my little fairy."

He muttered under his breath.

Stretching out his slender fingers, he gently brushed away her black hair that had been stuck to her forehead by the rain, and lowered her head, where he cherished a kiss very much.

Himeko closed her eyes and cried so hard that she couldn't stop crying.

He gently wiped away the tears and rain from her face, and locked his dark gaze on her slightly pale lips.

Taking off his hat and throwing it aside, he kissed her equally cold and tender lips with his cold lips.

"Hmmm! Well! Well... Well... Hmm..."

This damn bastard!

She couldn't just forgive him!

Leave her without saying goodbye, how many days and nights have she been in pain and crying until dawn!

She doesn't want his kisses!

Himeko struggled to swing her head from side to side, bent on breaking free from his fiery confinement.

His hands caressed her cheeks, fixed her struggling head, mixed with their tears, their rain, in this dripping rainy night, the two cold and wounded hearts, warm and glued together again.

His offensive was fierce and dense, eager and ferocious.

His thin lips contained her soft rose petals in his mouth, and tasted and sucked it carefully, and after he lingered and tasted its incomparable wonderful taste, he stretched out the tip of his slightly cool tongue, picked her lips and teeth, and probed into her equally slightly cool honey, carefully worshipping and loving every corner and every inch of it.

Reaching out the tip of her sensitive tongue, she found her lilac tongue, lingering, dancing and blending with it.

Evil Desert stood numbly in the rain, and the two people who were entangled and embraced in front of him made his heart feel like ashes

It turned out that she just didn't want to accept his kiss

Oh, that's stupid, stupid!

Luo Yi and Li Suyuan also stood in the dense rain with umbrellas, looking at the two people who kissed inextricably and fused into one, they were silent, and in their hearts, they knocked over the five-flavor bottle.

Turning his gaze away, Roy turned and walked into the carved door.

Himeko, bless you, and find your long-lost love again.

Qiao Linxi...

Closing her eyes and shaking her head, she gathered her mixed thoughts, sat on the soft sofa, casually picked up the beautiful white lace pillow, and her eyes inadvertently rested on the elegant pink flowers on the table.

flower

Dropping the pillow, she headed for her room.

Li Suyuan, who silently followed her into the house, saw that she was walking to the room in a little anxious, and he also followed in confusion.

Standing at the door of her room, I saw her pick up the blue rose in the delicate vase at the head of the bed, wipe it clean with a paper towel, and quietly stare at the bewitching and magnificent petals, silent for a long time.

In the middle of the night, she took out a small tool box from the drawer, carefully cut off the soaked green rhizome with scissors, and then pulled out a thin silver thread and wound it around the rhizome of the rose.

Reflected in the mirror, she was looking at the blue enchantress on the table, lost in thought.

Li Suyuan left gloomily, he knew that she remembered him again.

The evil desert that had stood in the rain for a long time was drenched in cold rain inside and out.

After glancing at the two people who hugged each other for the last time, he turned back to the room and closed the door, with the water droplets that kept falling wet, on the elegant wooden floor, drawing bits and pieces, twisting and turning water stains, and disappeared into the bathroom door.

Opening the water valve, he sat down in the porcelain white bathtub, buried his head in his already soaked knees, and the tears, after all, could not hold back any longer, turned into little droplets, seeped into the cold rainwater, and dripped into the warm water of the bathtub.

And the water in the bathtub, there is lukewarm, there is rain, there are tears.

They blend together, and you can't tell if it's you, it's me, or it

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