Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 42 I Love You Seriously
Feng Beiting picked up the rubber band that Jiang Yimian dropped on the sofa, wrapped it around the thumb and index finger of his left hand and slowly pulled it apart. The rubber band got longer and longer, and finally broke with a "snap".

He looked at the place where his thumb was popped red, his eyes dim.

His eyes slowly moved to Jiang Yimian's face, his soft fingertips slid across her cheeks, and Feng Beiting's fingertips trembled slightly, and he didn't know why.

Mianmian, everyone has moments when they can't stretch it, just like this rubber band, no matter how tough it looks.

You are like this, so am I.

and so……

Forget about him.

Forget about him, you and he are both safe.

Don't force me to tell you my bad things, I'm trying to get rid of the bad things secretly, I want to improve myself, for you, I want to be a better person.

Believe me, I will be better in the future than I am now, I have already grasped this point.

So don't give me a chance to relapse.

Feng Beiting knew very well that he was different from normal people, and his love and hatred were stronger than others.

A bloody hole was poked in his heart, and it was only by putting Jiang Yimian in that the bleeding could be stopped.

To him, she is like a glass of wine, packed in a crystal goblet and placed on a flat purple velvet cloth.The mellow taste of this wine has attracted countless people to taste it, but no one can easily get it. He might be drunk all night after drinking other wines, but he will be drunk for a lifetime just by smelling this glass of wine.

He also wanted to love more chicly, but...

If you want to be unrestrained, it is difficult to be unrestrained.

You can afford it, but you can't let it go.

With his fingertips slightly sluggish, Feng Beiting suddenly leaned down, and a hot, obsessive kiss was printed on Jiang Yimian's lips.

A long and lingering kiss.

He is conflicted.

She not only hoped that time would stop at this moment forever, but also hoped that time would pass faster, so fast that it could dilute all the imprints left by that person in her heart.

Mianmian...

If one day I change my mind, it means that I have become bad, so just leave me alone.

But I have a request, if I am still me by then, if I haven't become worse than now, can you not reject me thousands of miles away, and be friends with me like now, and be gentle and don't hurt me heartlessly I.

Because I never love you like a joke, but love you seriously.

As soon as I get serious, I don't think I'm bad, so don't think I'm bad.

I think--

I can watch the exciting wind and waves with you; go to the forest to pick fragrant wild mushrooms, and hold the green and velvety sunshine.

Delusion about when to wait for your response is no longer like waiting for a verdict, and answering your phone is no longer like listening to the distant bells of heaven.

When will the raindrops of longing stop dripping on the thin rice paper that has been overwhelmed for a long time...

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Jiang Yimian woke up thirsty.

Sitting up from the sofa in a daze, she scratched her slightly curly hair, her beautiful almond eyes were full of sleepiness, obviously not fully awake yet.

It was only when she walked towards the kitchen barefoot that she realized that something was wrong.

The carpet in her house is not so long...

After blinking, she saw the layout of the living room clearly with the faint light of the desk lamp.

Not her house!

It's Feng Beiting's family.

The rain outside the window was still falling, the sound of the rain was loud, and the curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could come in, so that the rainy night would not look too gloomy.

The door of the study room was not closed tightly, and a beam of innocent light leaked through the crack of the door.

Jiang Yimian was puzzled.

Finally called?

She thought Feng Beiting was in the study and wanted to go over and say hello to him before going home.

Hearing the noisy and eager rain outside the window, Jiang Yimian's heart beat a little faster for no reason, and she became careful in her movements, like a cat stepping on a wet floor, without making a sound.

When she reached the door, she just raised her hand to knock on the door, but saw the scene inside through the crack of the door, and froze for a moment.

The entire wall facing her was covered with densely packed photos, big and small.

The middle one is particularly striking.

The girl in the photo is wearing a black robe of death, with a majestic sickle on her shoulders, her face is painted very white, but she can still clearly see two big dimples on her cheeks.

is her.

That was her Halloween costume when she was in college.

The people in other photos are also of her, at school, at home, when traveling, from elementary school to college, even when she was a baby.

The most recent photo is of the day Ashley was killed. She looked up at the opposite building and was clearly photographed.

She was very surprised that someone followed her and secretly took photos of her, but what was even more surprising was why these photos appeared in Feng Beiting's house!

It's him……

Eyelashes trembled slightly, Jiang Yimian even held his breath.

A burst of hot air suddenly came from the back of her neck, causing her back to straighten instantly in fright.

Feng Beiting's voice sounded close to her ears. When he spoke, his warm lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice was smiling, unfamiliar yet familiar, "Oops... you found out... ..."

He said softly, breathing into her ears.

(End of this chapter)