Wife Pursuit Order No. 1

Chapter 440 Please Forgive Me

but--

He just wanted to prove her feelings for him a little bit, and he never thought of hurting her.

but--

He still hurt her—

He ignored her feelings, and ignored that she, who looks strong on the outside, is actually so fragile after taking off the disguise, as if she has a glass heart that will shatter when touched.

Lu Qianchen sighed, hugged her into the quilt, and helped her take off her tattered clothes.

He rummaged through the cabinet, and all the clothes were shredded by her.

He suddenly understood that she loves to cut clothes, not because of willfulness, but because she wants to cut off all his emotions.

Lu Qianchen went back to his room, took a T-shirt from him, changed it for her, then sat by the bed and looked at her quietly.

She slept soundly, but her curled eyelashes were still stained with tears.

He bowed his head and kissed her forehead lightly, then murmured: "Unran, do you know? My heaven and my hell are all you."

"I never wanted to let go of your hand. This time, it was my fault. It was my fault. After you woke up, you had the strength to hit me, didn't you?"

"The love I gave you should be spotless, but I let it be stained with ashes, please forgive me, okay?"

Lu Qianchen's voice was choked with sobs, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't, but he was crying, the tears in his heart, melting his heart, his blood, and his bone marrow, silently, only he knew.

Getting close to her heart is like digging a tunnel. No matter how deep or long you dig, as long as a stone falls, it may block the way to her heart.

Lu Qianchen rubbed between his brows, gently lifted the quilt, slept beside her, took her petite body into his arms, and gently kissed her forehead.

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Before dawn, the sky gradually dawned, and the hazy light mist permeated the room through the tulle, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Xia Weiran in her sleep dimly felt a warm breath surrounding her, and there was a slight breathing sound in her ear, itchy and numb, but very comfortable and stable.

Xia Weiran slammed her mouth, turned over lazily, and leaned towards the source of warmth.

Because the bed was very soft, Lu Qianchen's body was a bit heavy, and he slept sideways beside Xia Weiran, so that when she turned around, she fell into a big and warm embrace.

Xia Weiran arched inward, her small face pressed tightly against Lu Qianchen's chest, and her slender hands unconsciously hugged his waist. It felt like hugging her beloved when she was young. Plush doll-like satisfaction.

In fact, Lu Qianchen didn't close his eyes all night.

At first, it was because of the grievances that Xia Weiran said last night after drinking, which made him feel guilty and regretful, especially the tears on the corners of her eyes, which made his heart beat hard every second. throbbing pain.

Slowly, he calmed down and wanted to sleep, but he was holding his beloved woman in his arms. Even though he always kept a small distance from her deliberately, he still felt like being surrounded by thousands of ants. Usually nibbling lightly, every cell of him is scorching hot as he provocatively.

Many times, he wanted to escape back to his room, but just after he lifted the quilt, he couldn't bear to let go of her delicate body.

Lu Qianchen picked up the phone on the table and checked the time, it was exactly five o'clock.

(End of this chapter)