Chapter 1973 Forgive When You Die 4 Beluga came out, and his body was also a little shaky.
He was not afraid of anything now, he just wanted to see if the person in his heart was asleep He came, smelling of wine.
"Sir."
The subordinates at the door saw that he had come again at this time, and he was still drinking, and the expressions of the two of them were obviously a little restrained.
"Go down."
Moby Dick said, looking drunk, but sober.
"Yes, sir."
The subordinates answered, not daring to stay for long.
Moby Dick opened the door and walked in, but there was no light on in the house, and it was even quiet as if no one was living.
At that time, his mind was a little confused.
He thought that the warmth had not returned, just as when he had been here, it was as dim and quiet as it is now.
But he would always come and sit here when he thought of her, and think back to every fragment of her life here.
"Nuan Nuan" he couldn't help but call her name, softly, and walked towards the bed.
On the big bed, Wen Wen heard the voice, opened her eyes in a daze, and when she reached out to turn on the light, the beluga whale hugged her from behind.
"What are you doing," she exclaimed, as her sleepiness melted away.
Moby Dick was only a dream now, and in the dream, he finally saw her again and hugged her.
The long-lost warmth made his heart shake, and he was afraid that his dream would be gone when he woke up.
"I miss you so much," he said, and kept saying, "I really miss you" In the past, he would never confide his feelings to her as unscrupulously as he does now, even if several times when he looked at her, he wanted to tell her desperately that he loved her, but this impulse was still overcome by his reason.
But now After losing her, he realized how stupid he was before, thinking that if he didn't say it, everyone wouldn't know that he loved her, and that if he didn't say it, she wouldn't become his weakness "I love you, I love you," Moby Dick said again, and the arms holding her tightened and tightened.
He didn't want to lose her, he didn't want to see her leave, and he didn't want her to throw herself into the arms of other men.
"Let go of me" scolded warmly but coldly, and from the moment she was held in his arms, she did not settle down.
She kept struggling, kept pulling his arm away, and even regardless of whether he was in pain or bleeding, she pinched him, grabbed him, and tried everything to escape.
Moby Dick felt her struggle, and the thought of leaving her despite everything scared him even more.
"Why don't you believe me, why?"
he asked her, his drunken eyes already crushing her body.
In an instant, they became face to face, and the distance between them seemed to be only 001 centimeters Warm and angry glared at him, and the anger in her eyes could be seen jumping in the dim place.
Similarly, the death in the eyes of the beluga whale could not be hidden.
The taste of heartache poured out again, and the short-lived anesthetic effect faded.
He remembered that she hated him, misunderstood him, and even married another man and had children.
"Do you hate me so much?"
he asked her, though even he didn't know what he had done to make her think he was going to kill her.
"It's me who hates you," Wen Wen replied without any hesitation.
"Do you want me to die" Moby Whale said again, every time he opened his mouth, the smell of wine in his mouth came to his face, but the smell was not unpleasant, but because of this posture, there was a trace of ambiguous bewitchment in it. oshow7: