In the darkness, Jing Mohao could only be heard chuckling, and he put her into his arms again, his breath becoming slightly thicker.
What she couldn't see was the dust flying by thousands of troops and the smoke filling the sky in his eyes.
He's dodged more bullets than she's ever eaten rice.
And there were countless things that he hid from her.
Whether they were related to her or not, he had no comment on them all, and he didn't even want to tell her a single word.
Because if she knows one more thing, it will bring more disaster to her.
His past has always been the deepest hidden nest in his heart.
He will not talk about it to anyone, so he will not expose his deepest secrets.
He didn't know how many secrets a person needs to hide in order to live his life skillfully.
Especially when facing her But he knew that he would be more comfortable not knowing than knowing.
Luo Xi was a little startled by his sudden silence and murmured to him, "Jing Mohao, are you asleep?"
"Go to sleep."
The man sounded like he was sighing.
Luo Xi understood.
I don’t know if I don’t trust myself enough or if I have something to hide.
Anyway, he didn't want to say it.
Luo Xi stopped talking and wrapped her small hands around the man's waist as if to comfort her.
She found the most comfortable position in his arms and slowly closed her eyes.
Jing Mohao felt the twigs clinging to his waist, and hugged the softness in his arms tighter.
At one time, too many memories came to my mind and came to my heart.
He couldn't sleep well without her around, but now that she was here, he still couldn't calm down his troubled mood.
Listening to the woman's breathing in his arms rising from shallow to deep, Jing Mohao didn't sleep a wink all night.
The east is white, and after a night without being tormented by a man, Luo Xi woke up early, in a generous embrace, and the cool scent of the man's faint tobacco mixed with her was a familiar smell to her.
Luo Xi stretched as much as possible in his arms, feeling comfortable both physically and mentally.
"Wake up" a deep voice sounded above the head.
"Well, morning."
Luo Xi woke up for the first time and was in a good mood.
"Just saying it would be over already" "Otherwise" Luo Xi looked up at him.
"That's it."
Jing Mohao lowered his head, met Luo Xi's pink lips, and kissed her softly. "" Acting hooligan early in the morning "It's your turn."
Jing Mohao raised his chin slightly.
Luo Xiluo generously gave him a good morning kiss as a new beginning for her to accept him into her heart.
Jing Mohao's eyes lit up, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed her down, enjoying the delicious benefits of the morning.
Luo Xi was also immersed in the sweet taste of the two of them in the morning, her lips and teeth were salivating, the two of them were in an affectionate posture, and the war was about to break out.
The already sensitive man in the morning suddenly felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.
He cursed "Damn" in his heart and immediately let go of the person under him.
Luo Xi's breath was disturbed by his kiss, and her face was filled with pink light, like an alluring peach.
When it reflected in the man's eyes, she felt even more itchy and unbearable.
He immediately got out of bed and rushed directly into the bathroom.
Luo Xi suddenly felt light, and slowly opened her blurred eyes, faintly glancing at the back of the man walking away angrily, feeling full of confusion.
Why didn't he want her?
Why did he bear to take a cold shower and not want her?
Do you think your aunt can't satisfy him if you come here?
It's strange to say that this time, except for the abdominal pain and bleeding when I was on Snake Island, my aunt didn't see any blood at all after she regained consciousness.
Could it be that she lost all her blood when she was in a coma: