Lu Zerui looked at Gu Mianmian in front of him, his brows furrowed, and his breathing was still turbid.

Darkness always makes things that are hidden in the dark get ready to move until they run out of their cages.

The desire just now made Lu Zerui unable to tell whether the drunk person was him or Gu Mianmian.

He looked at Gu Mianmian, sighed silently, tried his best to suppress all his desires, and seriously re-tied the two buttons he had just unfastened.

Lu Zerui's tie still hangs casually around his neck.

He took off his tie and stroked Gu Mianmian's cheek with his fingers with pity.

His lips opened slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I don't hate him, because his birth was not decided by himself, but I hate Lu Weiying, I hate him for killing my mother, and I hate that I still have his blood flowing in my body." ”

Lu Zerui's words fell, and the girl leaning against the wall slowly opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes.

The lights weren't on, but Lu Zerui could see tears in her eyes.

Lu Zerui's heart is distressed.

His fingers were still holding the girl's cheek.

He lowered his head slightly and kissed Gu Mianmian's eyes gently, "Good, I don't blame you." ”

Gu Mianmian sniffed, and then raised her eyes to look at Lu Zerui.

Her arm was still around Lu Zerui's neck, her eyes moved lightly, and she said, "If we have a child......

Before she finished speaking, Lu Zerui blocked her words with his lips.

The lip flaps collided, and Lu Zerui was dominant.

He led Gu Mianmian to fall on the bed.

The shirt was unbuttoned, Lu Zerui let go of his lips, opened his eyes and looked at Gu Mianmian with a confused look.

He said gently: "Well, it's not time yet. ”

With a light movement of his palm, Lu Zerui gently put down Gu Mianmian's arm around his neck.

Gu Mianmian blinked and looked at him innocently and innocently.

watched Lu Zerui seriously cover the quilt for her and pick up the corners of the quilt.

The dark night looks especially warm in the orange light.

Lu Zerui took care of everything, leaned over and imprinted a kiss on Gu Mianmian's forehead, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Gu Mianmian was lying on the bed, holding the quilt with her hands, her head hanging down slightly.

The sound of rushing water rings in my ears.

Gu Mianmian's hand was carefully taken out of the quilt.

When my fingers touched my lips, I felt a little numb.

His eyes were slightly out of focus, and he muttered, "Really don't you hate?" ”

Sometimes even Gu Mianmian herself didn't know whether she hated the Huo family's attitude of calling them as pawns, or hating her own disgraceful illegitimate daughter.

When the eyes were closed, they all said that they would feel better when they were drunk.

But those who drown their sorrows with wine know that on the night they got drunk, they all heard the sound of heartbreak.

When Lu Zerui came out of the bathroom, he was not wearing a bathrobe, but wearing his most conservative pajamas.

He lay on the bed and gently hugged Gu Mianmian through the quilt.

The lights were turned off, and the room was completely dark.

Gu Mianmian moved in Lu Zerui's arms, and her head was buried in Lu Zerui's chest.

The slightly damp feeling was that Gu Mianmian was crying.

Lu Zerui didn't speak, only patted her on the back with his hand.

After a long time, Gu Mianmian's soft choked voice came from the darkness, "I hate myself when I cry." ”

When the words fell, she also heard Lu Zerui's voice, "You have your own goals and dreams outside, and you are back on my shoulder for you to rely on." ”