Chapter 2166 Say I Love You Every Time

He lowered his eyelashes and let her talk for a while without moving, then suddenly raised his head and pulled her chin and gave her a firm kiss, the kind that stuck out his tongue.

Shen Pianlu was so kissed that she couldn't breathe, and her position was changed from top to bottom, and she was pressed on the sofa until she was about to suffocate.

The man propped the sofa to cover her, looked down into her eyes and said,
"I know that since I have chosen a career that tolerates you, I must learn to look down on these things and not take them to heart."

He stroked the hair on his fluttering cheeks, and said softly,

"But you know, it's hard."

Rubbing her lips with his fingers, the man whispered to himself,
"It's so hard."

Shen Pianlu looked at him silently, the annoyed expression on her face gradually dissipated, she blinked and looked at Cheng Zhiyuan, after a long silence, she suddenly stretched out her hand to hook the man's neck, slightly He raised his upper body and pressed his lips against his.

"I know it's hard."

Holding the man's stiff body, she rubbed against his lips and whispered,

"So thank you for being willing to accommodate me and respect me."

"I know you love me."

She hooked the man's neck and said softly,

"I love you too."

"I only love you, I love you the most."

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes turned red almost instantly, and he kissed Shen Pianli again, this time it was as gentle as the summer night wind, with the smell of moonlight and vegetation, gradually enveloping the dream.

In the bedroom on the second floor, on the bedside table near Cheng Zhiyuan, the old books were turned over by the air-conditioning, and the last line was illuminated by the light.

[I once dreamed that you said you loved me in the most difficult time, because that dream was so beautiful and unreal, that every time I heard it with my own ears, I couldn't help but want to cry. 】

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【Fate never gave him luck. 】

Twelve o'clock at night.

Shen Pianlu had already slept in the bedroom unconsciously.

In the study room across the wall, the man was in a daze under the lamp.

He stared at the pen in his hand and the paper under the pen. After writing a sentence, he forgot what to write next.

This is the task assigned to him by his aunt, so that he often records his mood, especially when there are ups and downs.

Although he has read many books and movies, he is not really talented in art, let alone writing, so he writes very little, and most of what he writes are incoherent sentences.

The night outside the window is dark.

In the quiet study room, there is only dust floating under the light, and the air-conditioning occasionally turns the pages of the book next to it, making a clatter-crash-sound.

The man was stunned for a while, and then suddenly started to write.

[Actually, he never felt miserable. 】

He paused again, and continued writing intermittently.

[When I was young, I didn't understand the word walking dead. When I grew up, I thought I was a walking dead, and I thought I would go on like this until I died. 】

【He never thought that there would be a day when he felt lucky too】

[Every time someone says "I love you" from someone's mouth, it makes him excited and grateful, so that he wants to cry]

After writing this, the man suddenly froze for a moment, then he twitched the corners of his mouth, and scribbled this line again, then frowned slightly, and quickly wrote the last sentence as if avoiding it.

[Every time I love you, I want to say it twice to her. It is best to engrave it into her bones until she dies hand in hand, and until the next life, I can still find each other with these three words]

(End of this chapter)

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