Chapter 697: Black Hand 8

The moonlight is so hazy, and the beauty in her arms is like jade. The darkness of the night concealed her paleness and haggardness, as in her best years of youth, the tenderness of her fingertips, the touching spirit of youth, and the madness and turmoil of her wild passion...... After so many years, he didn't forget it at all. Unrestrained when wild, resolute when angry, weak when sad...... In my heart, I have been trembling, more emotional than sensibility, more intense than **......

It turns out that these are all because of love?

I've never forgotten this, is it because of love?

Never forget jì!

Always remember!

Wheat, can we really love each other like lovers, just like those troubled days in the past?

As soon as her hand touched her chest, she suddenly rolled over.

He was startled, and immediately stopped, his face was hot, like a thief who had suddenly been caught in the dark. In the middle of the night, his hand stopped in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating, so embarrassed to hold it high in the air, for fear that she would be angry.

However, he soon realized that it was just his own delusion, that she had turned over very little, that she was breathing very evenly, and that she had not realized that there was a pair of large hands that were so gently holding her.

"Wheat...... Wheat ......"

His voice was low, almost like a whisper, and the fire burning in his heart almost covered his whole body. It's been too much, many years, and that kind of ** memory will always stay on the eve of her slashing him, just like his entire life and youth have been frozen at that moment, so he will never be sober for a day.

He called her softly, and of course she couldn't hear her, which gave him more courage, and he suddenly hugged her, and without doing anything, his mind was eager, and he couldn't care about anything, not even whether it would alarm her, but he just took her in his arms, and his big hand boldly went down from her neck......

"Little White ......"

He was stunned.

She raised her hand very casually and hugged him, her mouth was very weak, and she unconsciously let out a sound: "Little white ......"

He wants to let go, but where is the opportunity?

She hugged him gently, in a daze, and her movements were very gentle, and she hugged him so naturally. He was ecstatic, but he soon realized that it was her habitual action, and he had once seen that mother and daughter were asleep, and she would always hold the child in the middle of the night.

In a daze, she treated him like a child, and she stretched out her arms and hugged him softly and stupidly, like a koala.

The cold spring was still slowly seeping in from the night, and the hands placed outside the quilt were frozen to a layer of coldness, so as soon as they approached this warm embrace, they naturally clinged to it.

Heart to heart, slowly, that heat transfers. Suddenly I felt different from the weakness I used to be, as if I could only play the role of a protector forever: sheltering my children from the wind and rain, and finding a sky for two women that would not rain...... It's cold, it's hot, it's dark, food, clothing, shelter and transportation...... Worry about everything...... There has never been a moment of true relaxation.

At this moment, he was held by such a pair of powerful arms, in a dream, in reality, or simply a spring dream in this long, silent spring night?