Jing Mohao, actually I don’t like eating cones or ice cream that much.
I just like the serious and helpless expression on your face when you told me not to eat it.
It made me feel at that moment that in your heart I Very precious.
In fact, I never had the habit of forgetting my coat when I went out or running around barefoot.
It was only after I got you that I like to do this.
I like the feeling of being held in your arms and protected by you, which makes me feel that I am giving. feelings are echoed.
In fact, I don’t really like forcing others to do things.
I just like to watch you eat what I hand you, and force yourself to adapt to my dietary preferences for the things I like.
It makes me feel that there are traces of me in your world.
In your life, I have really existed Luo Xi kept crying and couldn't make a sound.
The man continued, "Also, remember to put a blanket on the floor when you take a shower.
If you dare to slip on me, see how I deal with you when I come back." "" You were talking nicely, why did you suddenly become so fierce again?
It's not like she's disobedient Luo Xi buried herself in her chest, and her originally uncontrollable emotions were sobered up by him yelling like this.
She seemed to understand the reason for his sudden tone.
It's a pity that the tears were out of her control and kept flowing like this.
Luo Xi sniffed hard to make her voice sound clear enough, "Jing Mohao, don't you have anything to give me?"
Since she is his Mrs.
Jing today, the wedding dress has been put on, and the ceremony has been carried out, at this last moment, doesn't he feel that he has given her something less?
"Yes," the man said, gently stepped away from her, took off his coat, and put it on her.
He reached into his suit pocket and took out a golden cloth bag.
Luo Xi stared at his every move, not leaving for a moment, just hoping to see that touching scene.
Luo Xi's eyes trembled when she saw the man's slender fingers taking out a pair of white gloves from the gold velvet bag, and the hands he wanted to stretch out became a little stiff.
Jing Mohao unfolded the long white lace gloves and was about to put them on Luo Xi, but the slender arm in front of him suddenly disappeared.
The man's eyes moved to the woman's face, and he saw that she was staring at him, with doubts in her eyes that could not be resolved.
Luo Xi looked at him incomprehensibly, her tears once again leaped into the air one step ahead of his voice, and she shed her tears first when she wanted to speak.
The corners of her lips trembled a little, and she looked at him and said, "Why isn't Jing Mohao a ring?"
Jing Mohao looked at her deeply, feeling the corners of his eyes twitching.
He took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and pulled her hand behind her back.
He ignored the resistance of the woman's arm and gave her a hand carefully and carefully.
Wear gloves.
The hollow style reveals a graceful temperament, and the white carvings still retain her holy perfection.
"It suits you very well."
Jing Mohao said to himself, ignoring the woman's question and just treating it as a gust of wind passing by his ears.
Luo Xi mechanically stiffened his arms, unable to let go, "Jing Mohao, I want the ring."
Only the ring can prove their vow at this moment.
It is not just a formality, but just to get a promise from him.
She promised that from now on, she would be Jing Mohao's wife, an identity that would never change in her life.
But he didn't give her this promise, he just gave her a pair of exquisite and gorgeous gloves.
She doesn’t want such flashy decorations, what she wants is that solid and incomparable steadfastness: