Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 689 Laughing and shedding tears, that look is heartbreaking
Her voice was sobbing that she couldn't help herself, "It's clearly a dead end, why are you still here?"

Xia Shang raised his hand to touch her soft face, his gaze fell slightly to her bare wrist, his brows froze deeply, "Is it hurt, does it hurt?"

She paused, the choked words seemed to be stuck deep in her throat, she opened her mouth and hesitated to speak, and it took a long time to pronounce a few words with difficulty: "I'm fine! How about you, can you still bear it?"

The man's fingertips were cold, like water from a deep well in summer, scraping across the girl's jade-like face.

He raised his eyes, looked into her eyes lingeringly, and then a faint smile slowly floated on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you remember me, who am I?"

An Qiyue's heart was sore and uncomfortable. She looked up at the man's handsome face with a small face, and she shed tears with a smile. That appearance was extremely distressing.

"I'm sorry, Xia Shang, I forgot about you." I also don't want to remember the past, because once I remember it, it will be like a barb, and it will make me lose the courage to live.

Xia Shang only felt that the pain in his heart was greater than the gunshot wound in his shoulder blade.

That kind of mental shock is greater than the physical trauma.

He brushed the girl's thin and tender eyelids with his fingertips, and smiled like a white magnolia blooming in the morning light, not showing the mountains or showing water, with an elegant and noble demeanor.

"Hey, don't cry!" His voice was hoarse and fuzzy, and he paused for a moment, looking deeply into her eyes, "It's okay, if the meeting is—a reunion after a long absence, I hope you can be well, that's fine !"

An Qiyue is actually not such a crying person.

She was often accompanied by emotions, even when she gave birth to the little bun, the helpless, extremely difficult despair, she gritted her teeth and survived.

But right now, who can tell her that sensational tears are so worthless and fall one after another.

It hit the back of the hand with a bang, it was warm, like a fire burning in the heart, burning and painful.

She turned her back, took a long breath of relief, tried her best to adjust her state, and barely let the tears roll out of her eyes.

"Don't talk, I'll stop the bleeding for you!"

Her eyes were full of moisture, which made men feel distressed when they saw it. Xia Shang looked at the small, thin girl in front of him, and his heart ached so much that he wished he could bear it for her.

He looked down at her, as if looking at a treasure in his hand, cautiously, "Xiao Qi, can I hug you, huh?"

An Qiyue didn't hesitate at all, she told him directly with her actions, yes.

She took a step forward, wrapped her arms around the man's waist, and laid her head on his chest, bringing their hearts very close to each other in the most intimate posture between lovers.

Xia Shang was so moved that his heart trembled. His arms slipped on her shoulders, and he hugged the soft body in his arms deeply. He closed his eyes slightly like a dying person breathing the last breath of oxygen.

He smelled the fragrance of her neck, and his cool lips brushed against her cheeks gently, like a feather brushing the water, so light that there was no trace.

She seemed to hear him say in her ear, "Xiaoqi, if I die, bury me in the back garden of Phoenix Spring Villa. The environment there is very good, evergreen all year round, and there are traces of Mo Xiaoqi's life .Being able to sleep here forever is considered a tired bird returning to its nest!"

An Qiyue's eyes were red, her teeth sank into her pink lips, and she bit out several bloodstains layer upon layer.

She squeezed out a few words between her teeth, "Xia Shang, you have no right to die, you live well for me for Mo Xiaoqi."

The man had several double images of the girl in his eyes, he laughed out loud with difficulty, and finally fell into the girl's arms in an instant due to excessive blood loss.

PS: Mo Shang: I couldn't hold it back, I almost cried myself......Ahhh, ask for a monthly ticket...

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