At noon the next day, Jing Mohao once again walked into the door of Jingrui Palace.
The light outside now made his figure look slender and lonely.
The man's thin lips were pressed into a thin line, and his angular contours looked particularly tough.
With no warmth in his eyes, he took a step forward and then stopped, staring at a closed door upstairs.
It has been fifty-seven hours, five minutes and twenty-nine seconds, and longing has already sprouted in my heart, quickly growing into an uncontrollable and dense tree, which catches people off guard.
He knew clearly that Luo Xi was upstairs, but he still couldn't see her.
It was like a pot of magical potion that made the tree of longing in his heart grow stronger and stronger, quickly spreading to occupy the entire heart and atrium.
Jing Mohao felt that his whole heart was filled to the point of exploding, urging him to step onto the steps in the most vigorous manner and go straight to the master bedroom to see her.
He opened the door but did not go in.
He saw that the room was clean and tidy, the balcony door was open, and the gentle breeze of early spring blew into the room, bringing a fresh breath with it.
Jing Mohao stepped in, but his eyes were empty.
The quilt on the bed was folded into squares, but there was no shadow of the woman's beauty.
"Luoxi."
The man shouted softly, his tone unknowingly carrying a hint of fear.
He, Jing Mohao, is also afraid But he was really fucking scared Jing Mohao subconsciously rushed into the bathroom.
There was no sign of Luo Xi, and not even a drop of water could be found on the smooth floor.
I remember the gust of wind that greeted me when I first entered the door.
The man's heart shook violently.
It's the balcony Jing Mohao instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed towards the balcony.
If she dares to fucking commit suicide for him again, he will dare to chase her to the underworld and not let her go until she dies.
The man rushed over at a wind-like speed, but stopped suddenly when he reached the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony.
The white gauze is half-covered, and is gently lifted by the breeze.
The woman is wearing a white nightgown, standing quietly in front of the aerial fence, looking at the endless oily grassland in the distance.
The tulips planted last year are blooming again.
The nourishment and tenderness of spring.
Her slender arms rested lightly on the black railing, and the warm spring breeze floated her shoulder-length hair, revealing a small, indifferent and quiet face.
Her plain white figure perfectly blended into the minimalist style of the entire balcony, like a painting, living in Jing Mohao's mind.
But he didn't expect that this painting would become a spiritual attachment that he would often pull out and touch and kiss during the long dark nights.
Luo Xi felt a strong gaze on her body, and subconsciously thought it was Jian Qing coming over.
Her eyes were still lingering on the vast grassland, and she thought softly, "Such a beautiful spring scenery, such a lush grassland, if only a few little ones could be put there."
Rabbit would be fine.”
Perhaps he was infected by this sight of spring, and his voice was as warm and gentle as spring, brushing against someone's chest.
When Jing Mohao heard this, there was an almost inaudible softness in his eyes, and he slowly walked up behind her, "Okay, I'll get it for you tomorrow."
Luo Xi was stunned and immediately recognized whose voice it was.
He turned around in an instant, but was surrounded by a pair of arms on both sides, imprisoning himself between the guardrail and the flesh wall, and his handsome face also leaned down.
The clear breath spread out, "Luo Xi, you like rabbits, don't you?"
Luo Xi avoided his gaze and said coldly, "No, I was just talking casually
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