"Qingyu-Don't leave, okay?" His voice hovered in her ears, ambiguous.

The tone was a little low, with a hint of charm and inspiring. A hint of pleading in his tone made Nangong Qingyu's heart tighten.

What does his words mean?

She suddenly wanted to cry and let him hold her.

My head tilted slightly, and then there was a overwhelming kiss.

This kiss is very gentle, more gentle than ever. It seems that something melts in her heart. It is like a warm stream flowing slowly through her heart. She has a strange feeling at this moment, no longer hazy, but clearer.

Xiao Jifan, I love you!

Nangong Qingyu was immersed in this delicate kiss, and the feeling that had been suppressing was finally flowing out like a flood. She responded slowly, and she was also very gentle. Her lips and teeth were intertwined and she supported each other.

The separation between the two finally melted quietly, and only Xiao Jifan took the initiative to kiss her.

In the room and on the couch, the gauze slowly fell down, making the room beautiful.

...

"You--" Nangong Qingyu lay in his arms, half-squinted his eyes, a little weak, probably exhausted.

"Shh--" Xiao Jifan put his fingers gently on her lips, signaling her not to speak.

"Qingyu, don't say anything. Is it okay for us to go back to the past like that? I will marry you..."

Nangong Qingyu was stunned. He didn't expect that he would tell her like this, is it true love or falsehood? Is it guilty for her? He finally knew that he was ashamed of her?

Nangong Qingyu pursed his lips, but did not speak, and felt all kinds of feelings in his heart, and the grains were mixed.

He had a fever? His mind was a little confused. No, he was talking about her name, not Xueyan.

Then he must be sexy...

Not right, why is he doing nothing?

He said this, and he had given up on Xueyan. She didn't pay attention to this question. Her heart was already fascinated by him. How could she have the heart to care about these things?

She loved him and loved him without hesitation. Even after he hurt her many times, she was a little... messy just because of his words...

She was infected with a poison, a poison called Xiao Jifan, and there was no cure to cure.

Being addicted to this kind of poison is like taking drugs, not only dependent, but also sad.

It is very likely that she will never quit in her whole life, and she will gradually become addicted and finally unable to extricate herself. She clearly knows it, but she still wants to indulge, and she is willing to.

She has always been so sad in love, and fantasizing that stories in romance novels will come to her.

Unfortunately, God does not follow others' wishes, and she is not happy at all. Instead, it is a tragedy, a real tragedy!

She is not the heroine, she has no hero...

But his words, marrying her, restored her dying heart to death. She was happy, but she was confused, confused, but could not think of anything. She never knew what he wanted to do next.

I vaguely feel a bad premonition, like the fear of death!

Will she die? She is the powerful Mingfeng, how could she die?

She was too worried.

Nangong Qingyu looked at Xiao Jifan's face, and his face, which had not been expressed for a long time, finally laughed. There were shallow dimples on both sides, with charming eyes like silk, and a hint of charm.

She acquiesced.

After he married her, even if he couldn't get his heart, he could get his body. She would be his legitimate wife!

What I haven't gotten for so long is now back in her hands.

It was bumpy all the way, blocking all the way, nothing could stop her!

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