Don't look at her......

In fact, it has always been herself who really cares about that eye.

Perhaps, only in front of a true lover wants to put his best in front of him, not her ugliest side.

She cares about him, or really loves him, and her heart can't deceive him.

And he, heard the voice from her heart.

With her head down, the woman in front of her had thin and round shoulders, a looming spring light, and long hair draped over her shoulders.

It's still his Lan Xian Shuhe.

Raise your hand, take her fingers and drag her hand away from her eyes little by little.

The woman looked at him with teary eyes, blinked twice, and looked pitiful.

Lower your head and take your time.

His eyes were on her, so serious.

She could feel the man's warm breath coming to her face.

Look at the man so closely.

Three years, even though it's been three years, the man's face is still handsome and she can't help but fall into it.

His lips were thin, but they were so red.

Slowly leaning closer, thin lips imprinted on her eyes.

The warm lips, with a fiery touch, were imprinted on her left eye.

At that moment, the woman was stunned, but she quickly reacted and raised her hand to push him away.

The woman's hand is held firmly in the palm of the man's hand.

Even if the eye is very realistic and realistic, it is still cold and godless after all, and even many times, she sits in front of the mirror in the room, looking at herself in the mirror, so familiar and so strange.

Is this still her?

With such hideous eyes, she couldn't even look at herself.

I wanted to turn my face away and avoid his gaze.

But I don't know when the man's hand pinched her chin, fixed her chin and didn't let her escape.

The eyes are on him, but they can only be one eye, and they don't know what his other eye is looking at.

Maybe one of his eyes was love for her, and the other was pity?

The hand that couldn't be avoided was like a mirror that magnified her sadness, making her feel that her embarrassment had nowhere to escape.

The man's gaze was still so determined to look at her.

For a long, long time, until she finally broke free of his hand, lowered her head in a panic, and breathed heavily.

The man slowly and in a low voice, "Look, I still like you like this, no matter what kind of you are." ”

He watched it for so long, but it was just to prove that he wouldn't mind her eyes.

Yes, he didn't mind, how could he mind, if he did, he should have avoided her like he was running away from her when she came back, instead of rubbing her against her like he was now.

I don't know why, I don't want to hear his warm words.

So he is so warm, it will make her lose her defense a little bit, and finally be intoxicated by his warmth.

Pushing his hand away, trying to get out of bed with his composure, "It's late, I'm going to the store." ”

Late?

Ye Zhichen glanced back at the clock on the bedside table, blinked, and fished back a woman who was about to escape, and buried his lips in her ear, "You're late." ”

The woman blinked in a daze, then blanked her head and followed the man's gaze.

The moment the gaze freezes, the hour hand points to one.

Blinked dumbfoundedly, a little unresponsive.

Men just like her like this at this time, silly, so cute and petty.