The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

Why do you want to be so stupid?

The fool wants to use his life to save her.

He is just a child, a child who doesn't know anything, and looks like an adult, but he is still a child who can't grow up, how can he bear these pains.

He had suffered enough, lost his memory, lost his past, and lost everything in the same way.

In the haze, the quilt on her head was pulled away, and the light dust in the room fell, reflecting her curled up body and the tear stains on her face that could no longer be hidden. Like a small animal with wounds, only one person is licking his own wound, bearing the sadness alone.

Opening her eyes slowly, she raised her head and saw a soft light in her clear green eyes. She stretched out her arms and put her arms around his neck. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

"Lan, don't cry. Does it hurt?" Qing hurriedly patted Xiang Qinglan's back, thinking that her wound was hurting, and when he heard her crying, he almost scared him to death.Lan is not a person who loves to cry, but as long as she starts crying, it will be endless, and every time, it will make him feel extremely uncomfortable.

It hurts, it really hurts, Xiang Qinglan smells the clean smell on Qing's body, his body warms her body, it hurts, it hurts.Fool Qing.

That night, they hugged each other and slept, Qingqing hugged Xiang Qinglan's body tightly, and slept with her on the same bed, under the same quilt, warming each other's body and mind.

The fear of loss, they don't want to go through it again.

Qing patted Xiang Qinglan's back lightly, the strength of his hands was indescribably gentle, he lowered his head and looked at the little woman in his arms, her face was still pale, showing that her body hadn't recovered How nice.

"Lan..." He said her name, bowed his face, and kissed her dry. There were still cold tears on her face. It was a salty and bitter taste that hit his heart. The beating seemed to bring up a scar, a pain.

What causes such suffering, such pain?

He clenched his hands tightly, then let go, and put his fingers on Xiang Qinglan's hair.

"Lan, let's never separate again, no matter what the reason is," he pressed her face tightly, the delicate touch made him nostalgic, and never wanted to leave.

Xiang Qinglan pressed into his body unconsciously. This was the closest time the two had met since they met. Nothing happened, but it was already for them to recall.Such a night is cold, but it is also warm.

In the morning, soft light fell on the two of them through the curtains, and Xiang Qinglan slowly opened her eyes. She raised her head and looked at the window. It was already so late, and this sleep was hers. It was the most reassuring and longest night. In the air, there was a faint fragrance of green tea. She breathed the air with him, and there was a warm feeling on her body. Apart from the quilt, there was also his body.

The two hugged each other in intimate limbs, with an indescribable ambiguity, perhaps because of the night's sleep, her face was no longer so pale, except that there was still some tightness in her chest , everything else is much better, but Qing is still asleep.

She stretched out her hand and stroked his eyebrows carefully. This face is really beautiful.She smiled slightly, with an indescribable softness in her smile.

She was really glad that she picked up this man, he was the ray of light in her life, and made her long-empty heart begin to grow and heal.

Pulling his hand away, she was just about to sit up, but was pulled into her arms by Qing, who half-squinted her green eyes, her eyes were hazy.His sleepy eyes are loose because he is willing to let go of the warmth in his arms, just like hugging an extra-large pillow,

"Lan, let's sleep for a while." It feels good to hold her, and he still wants to sleep for a while, of course, he also needs her.

After speaking, he closed his eyes again, and the sound of even breathing came quickly, and Xiang Qinglan didn't even dare to move for fear of waking him up.