"Yuan Xun."
She spoke, calling out to him.
The voice trembled slightly.
The tall figure paused, and stopped moving forward.
She gasped for breath with difficulty, not knowing what to say next.
She was impulsive and couldn't help but stop him, but she didn't know why she stopped him and what she did after stopping him.
"Yaoyao, if you have anything to say, if you hate me, say it, it's actually nothing."
"No, no" she subconsciously wanted to deny: "I don't hate you" "Is it?"
"Yes," she said as a matter of course, but only to realize how wrong it was.
How could she not hate Won-hoon This is clearly lying "Yaoyao, forget it, I'll try not to bother you in the future."
Yuan Xun smiled bitterly, and it seemed that he didn't believe her words at all.
After saying this, Yuan Xun was about to leave.
But watching him take another step, Tong Yao suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart, as if he was going to lose something important this time.
Yuan Xun, for eighteen-year-old Tong Yao, does it matter?
She didn't know, she really didn't.
The former Tong Yao can rightly say that she hates Yuan Xun and doesn't care about Yuan Xun's departure at all, but what about Tong Yao in the time and space she has changed Just when she hesitated, Yuan Xun had already left step by step.
With every step he took, the sound sounded like a small hammer hitting her heart.
She finally couldn't help it, ran forward, stretched out her hand, and hugged Yuan Xun directly.
She hugged his waist from behind, and when she hugged him, she felt the strength and warmth of that back.
Her trembling hands tightly clasped his front, grabbed the suit on his chest, and said in a trembling voice: "Yuan Xun, don't go" When she said this, she suddenly realized that she really didn't want Yuan Xun to leave.
What should she do if Won-hoon really had to go, she was full of trepidation.
She suddenly cried: "I really don't hate you, and I don't want you to go, will you never come to see me again in the future, are you angry with me?"
Yuan Xun didn't look back, his back to her stiffened, and he didn't say a word.
Her tears began to fall down.
Does she want Won-hoon to go, doesn't she want to.
What would happen if Won-hoon was gone In the future, there will be no more Yuan Xun who will be her husband, and there will be no son who is not very close to her No matter how cold they used to be to her, how inclose they were to her, it was also her husband and son.
No matter how cold that house was, it was her home.
She is a fatherless child, and her mother will leave in the future, and she has nothing but father and son.
"Don't go, I don't want you to go, if you go, I hate you for the rest of my life" An inexplicable horror of ordinary iron claws grabbed her heart, and her thin lips trembled with tears, and tears fell on his suit, wetting a patch.
In the midst of her sobbing, Yuan Xun turned around abruptly and held her in his arms fiercely, making her breathless.
For a moment, she didn't even have the strength to sob.
His long, powerful fingers pinched her chin, exposing her delicate little face covered with tears to the moonlight.
"You really don't want me to go" "Hmm."
She was full of grievances.
He can go so much, how can he go, the more he thinks about it, the more aggrieved he becomes, and the tears can't help but fall again.
"Don't you hate me?"
"No" "Not really" "Hmm."
"Am I bad?"
"It's not bad."
"Who is good to you, me or Chu Yun?"
"Hello."
"Who is more handsome, me or Chu Yun?"
"You're handsome."
"What do you call me?"
"Brother Xun."
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"Do you still want to have a little boyfriend?"
"No" Yuan Xun pursed his lips and stopped talking.
Through the teary eyes, Tong Yao looked up at the man, and the moonlight shone into his eyes, where there was a bottomless color, which she couldn't understand.
She was a little apprehensive, uncomfortably moved her chin that was lifted by him, and looked at him aggrievedly.
She has already exerted her acting skills and said so many beautiful words, why does he still have a cold and hard face No wonder she won't like this person in the future, he's just so weird, so strange that people can't understand it.
"Where's my birthday present?"
He suddenly said this, which surprised Tong Yao.
He still remembered it for his birthday.
"You didn't prepare a birthday present for me at all, did you?"
said Wonxun with displeasure in his voice.
"No, no, no, I'm ready."
Tong Yao blinked her tears and said innocently and sincerely.
"Hmmm, where" The voice was rough, and the burning breath sprayed on Tong Yao's tear-stained face.
Tong Yao's face turned red.
The old husband and wife, in fact, are nothing She closed her eyes slowly, her long, tearful eyelashes like wings wet in the night rain.
The man's breathing began to become cloudy, and he lowered it slightly, his lips brushing hers as if nothing.
A low murmur sounded in her ears with a hint of uncertainty: "Is that what you mean?"
Her ears began to burn, but she mustered up the courage and pursed her lips slightly.
His lips finally fell, and landed on hers.
It was her first kiss.
The low chirping of crickets in the grass, the barking of dogs in residential buildings not far away, and the fragrance of locust leaves lingering in her nose, all seemed to leave her in an instant.
There was no moonlight, no sound, and everything around was far away.
The man's lips touched her like a breeze through the treetops, and kingfishers flew across the lake.
In the dark silence, she heard the sound of flowers blooming.
The man's lips were shallow and slight, but they just slid slightly, leaving a ripple in their wake, and then withdrew.
Both fell silent, she didn't speak, and neither did he.
I don't know how long it took, Tong Yao opened her eyes and looked at the man through her blurry teary eyes.
Maybe her gaze was so wet that she still couldn't read the man in front of her.
"You," she said.
"Hmm" the man closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers, making a sensual nasal voice.
"Do you like me?"
she finally asked.
"Yes."
The man opened his eyes, which were as dark as the bottom of the deep sea, flashing with an incomprehensible light.
She didn't expect to get an answer so easily, and she didn't expect him to be such a concise word.
He likes himself Since when did it start Tong Yao's mind suddenly appeared in her diary, those diaries in the past, the unpleasant diaries between her and Yuan Xun from childhood to the end, those things that made her hate for many years.
Her thin lips opened and closed, closed and closed, and finally asked: "Have you liked me since you were a child" Have you liked me since you were a child?
This voice echoed in Tong Yao's ears, and she raised her face, her eyes widened, and she met him.
They were so close, so close that she could feel his every breath, so close that their eyelashes touched each other.
It was her question, buried in her heart, unable to be solved, and she needed an answer, an answer that would determine what she would do next.
She clutched the sleeves of his suit tightly, stared up at the man she had never understood, and held her breath, as if waiting for the first flower to bloom in spring, as if waiting for the first snow in winter.
She looked up at him, waiting with all her strength for his answer.
"Yaoyao, I'm having a nightmare" A slightly hoarse voice sounded in Tong Yao's ears.
Tong Yao was slightly startled, opened her eyes and looked over, only to see a pair of deep eyes with concern looking down at her.
She was startled again, tilted her head, and carefully looked at the Yuan Xun above.
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The hairstyle of this Yuan Xun in front of him is the hairstyle of the thirty-year-old Yuan Xun, and that face is also a mature face of a thirty-year-old man.
It's not Won-hoon, who was just twenty-two-year-old just now, the Won-hoon who held her in his arms and wanted to give her an answer.
He was undressed, with a bare-textured strong chest, his broad shoulders exposed, and a thin blanket around his stiff waist that covered the lower half.
At a glance, there seemed to be some red marks on her strong chest, which she should have scratched out last night Now it's her room, her bed.
The tall, bare-chested man propped himself on her side and stared down at her.
Her face flushed.
"Nothing, I didn't have nightmares."
"No nightmares" Yuan Xun raised his eyebrows and looked down.
Tong Yao hurriedly looked up slightly, but saw that his hand was tightly gripping the edge of his thin blanket.
And the edge of the thin blanket happened to be half under his abdomen.
"Ahh But who knew that when she got up, her hand trembled, and she directly pulled the thin blanket over.
Suddenly, the scenery leaked out, and a hideous flash flashed in front of him.
"I" her eyes were black, her brain was confused, and she subconsciously covered her eyes.
She didn't mean it, she really didn't mean it.
"Yaoyao."
Yuan Xun frowned slightly, and his voice was low: "Don't be afraid. ” As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and grabbed her, and he didn't know where he pulled a larger thin blanket to cover the two of them.
Tong Yao suddenly fell into a hot embrace.
Her cheeks burned hot, her heart pounded, and she was afraid that the heartbeat would be heard by Yuan Xun.
She staggered back without a trace, to avoid coming into contact with the horrible thing she had just seen.
She knew it was awesome.
Don't look at him as if he is doing nothing now, when he is really ruthless, he can take his own life.
"What are you afraid of" Yuan Xun's big hand gently wrapped around him, and a low voice sounded in her ears.
"I" she blinked, not knowing what to say.
She was scared, but she didn't know what she was afraid of.
Can you directly say that you are afraid of Yuan Xun?
She thought about it for a while, and finally came up with a good way to change the subject: "You seem to be injured, did I get it?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have scratched you" She didn't remember when this happened, but she vaguely knew that it was indeed her own masterpiece.
"You didn't just scratch me, you bit me."
"Biting" Tong Yao was shocked, she even bitten Yuan Xun held her hand and guided her to a place, staring at her with dark eyes, and said in a low voice: "Look, here, and here, you have bitten it." ” Tong Yao was ashamed, she really didn't know "You're like a puppy, crying and barking, hugging me, gnawing at me, and of course scratching me."
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
Yuan Xun looked at the woman in his arms calmly with deep eyes, looking at the clear and visible shame in her eyes, he blankly wrapped the thin blanket around the two of them and turned over.
"No need to say I'm sorry."
His voice was solemn and calm, but when he said the last word, it was accompanied by a muffled and slightly moist voice, and the last word was actually a low, satisfying trill.
Tong Yao is destined to be a puppy that gnaws, bites and scratches again.
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