Chief husband, strong love!

Mu Beishen: "

He glanced at her with an incomprehensible look on his face, threw aside the clothes he had just taken off, and held her sliding body in his hand, "what do you think is not good?"

Su Yan's chin rubbed against his chest, just like sticking to him. His eyes were half open and tilted his head, "is it that you can't treat women... It's too hard for you to seduce, well, I can't hold on..."

Mu Beishen leaned against the wall and looked at her without saying a word.

If it wasn't for his deep memory, he probably would think that these years are just like a dream.

When she opened her eyes, she was still the pestering spirit she had asked for from him.

He didn't know what she was thinking, but it seemed that she wouldn't stop because she hit a wall countless times.

In the end, whether she really had to him or felt that his difficult bone was suitable for her to spend time and energy, the boundary became more and more blurred.

He lowered his head, held her close to her forehead, and his voice was hoarse. "Do you still like me?"

She seemed a little angry about the question, put her hand around his neck and muttered, "I don't want to answer you."

After a while, it seemed that the man's long silence made her more dissatisfied and stepped on his foot.

Mu Beichen's thoughts were pulled back by her. He heard her a little angry and said, "can't you ask again?"

He still didn't open his mouth, but slowly closed his eyes and kissed her face with his thin lips, "I'm sorry..."

The low and deep voice seemed to be telling her, or just talking to herself.

Even Su Yan didn't know what he was talking about.

Instead, in his dense kiss, tears fell down, "I'm sorry, don't kiss me... Who wants your sorry, you go away... HMM..."

Mu Beishen closed his eyes. The dull pain in his heart seemed to spread with the bitterness of her tears.

He should know.

No matter when she first came back, or now, once she was drunk and unconscious, people were like pulling away from the past few years and returning to the past.

He kept thinking about his past.

He thought she wanted to erase the past altogether.

He told her that what he wanted was her.

But this almost impossible, short-term fall in front of him, but it has become a more real torture and reminder.

Remind him of what he had and what he lost forever.

These things he may not get all his life were destroyed by himself.

……

Su Yan opened his eyes and it was already dawn.

She has a bad headache.

This feeling of struggling to wake up in a daze is as bad as ever.

She was in a trance for several seconds and saw the room clearly. Only then did she determine that this was not France or the room where she locked herself up.

Su Yan sat up and the bed was empty.

She was alone in bed, but she could see the trace of someone sleeping next to her.

In fact, she doesn't look at it, and she knows it's not sleeping alone.

The familiar pain on the body, but it's not too uncomfortable.

She picked up a nightgown, put it on, walked towards the balcony and pushed the balcony door open with one hand.

"What's so beautiful about such a heavy fog and haze." Su Yan didn't look at the man smoking next to him. He frowned and looked at the bad weather outside.

It should be early. Her dull and painful brain is telling her that she hasn't woken up yet.

Su Yan leaned against the railing and tied his robe belt with his hands slowly.

Mu Beishen stared at her without accident or angry face, "last night..."