"Hmm." Feng Sheng wanted to blurt out, isn't this nonsense, but looking at Luo Yangyang's pale little face under his long hair, he didn't dare to say so.

He only kissed lightly, and Luo Yangyang touched the slender fingers on his lips.

"A boyfriend you can rely on with confidence, isn't it?" The warm touch of his fingertips made Luo Yangyang's expression flash slightly, and he silently removed his fingers.

"Of course!" Canonization affirmed.

His girlfriend, of course, has to rely on him.

can't let his girlfriend rest assured to rely on, what's the use of his boyfriend.

Luo Yangyang's big eyes, which were dark but slightly weak, were overflowing with a layer of mist in the blink of a finger.

"Hug ......" Before the tears fell, Luo Yangyang's little hand on the face of the consecrated moved back, hugged his neck and leaned up.

"Good ......" Fengsheng noticed that Luo Yangyang's emotions were a little out of control, and gently hugged her back, patting her back to comfort her.

Luo Yangyang's entire right shoulder and right arm did not dare to move, but his left arm became tighter and tighter.

With red eyes, she buried her head in the canonized neck socket, resisting the urge to cry: "Holy bastard, you are really a bastard!" ”

"Hmm." The canonization directly confessed his crimes.

Last night, he thought about it a lot.

When he thought about the time when the two first met, he also felt like a jerk.

He even ignored her wishes and forced her to submit.

However, he has no regrets.

If he hadn't been such a jerk, maybe, he and she wouldn't be where they are today.

If he did it all over again, he would still be desperate to pester her, and he didn't want to let go of her.

I don't want to do it now, and I will never let her go in the future.

Luo Yangyang took a long breath, but he still couldn't hold back the sourness surging in his heart.

A crystal clear tear quietly slipped down the canonized shoulder.

When a trace of warm liquid stained his skin, the center of the saint's eyebrows were lightly raised.

In the next second, his cold brows furrowed even tighter.

"Baby, don't hold it so tightly, the wound will crack open and it will hurt."

Every time he saw Luo Yangyang's wound bleeding, he was so distressed that he was going to die, wishing that this injury was on his body.

Jiang Haifeng's dog mongrel is really cheap for him, he should be chopped up and thrown to feed the wild dogs.