Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked at the hands they held. It seemed that there was a warm feeling in a little dense, from his hands to his heart

"I......" she moved her lips, still trying to break the silence.

"Hmm?" Dongfang Shijin held her hand tightly without trace, but his handsome face was a little spoiled smile, but his voice was intoxicated, "what's the matter?"

Ye Qingcheng's eyes stayed, and there seemed to be a trace of wound on his slightly rolled up cuff.

She loosened their clenched hands and went to pull up his sleeves. On his wheat colored arm, there was an 8 cm long wound. Sister Ning had scabbed, but it looked unusually ferocious.

Ye Qingcheng's heart seemed to be pierced with a needle.

If the Oriental world brocade doesn't leave a trace, you should pull your arm back.

"Nothing, not so strict..."

"Dongfang Shijin..." Ye Qingcheng's voice was repressed and trembled, interrupting Dongfang Shijin, "I know..."

Hearing the speech, Dongfang Shijin was stunned.

"The castle outside collapsed so badly," Ye Qingcheng didn't intend to say that Lucifer told her, otherwise at this time, Dongfang Shijin would have to settle accounts with Lucifer.

"I'm not stupid. I saw..." ye I Qingcheng's voice almost choked. "The castle has collapsed. I even... Can see the magma below."

"..." Dongfang Shijin was silent.

"Why did you do that? Are you kidding with our lives...?"

"I just want to be with you," Dongfang Shijin raised his head lightly, looked at Ye Qingcheng's tearful eyes, leaned over and kissed her lips. "Now we all wake up... God is destined for us to be together well."

"..." Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to push him away. His kiss didn't have any desire. It was just close to her lips, just a pure kiss.

She stretched out her hand and pushed away his body. Through the misty mist, her eyes were stubborn and stubborn.

But it looks so sad.

The heart of Dongfang Shijin is stuffy and painful. It seems that this kind of eyes turned into an invisible knife and stabbed into the bottom of his heart and the depths of his heart.

"Oriental world brocade," Ye Qingcheng tried his best to bear it, and his voice changed a little, "For me, you can not even your life... I know you love me! But you know what? I don't want to see you like this... I know you love me very much, and I know what you do for me, but you think from my point of view, how sad it is for you to pay so blindly and ignore everything!"

"Don't you want to be with me?"

"Of course I do!" Ye Qingcheng's voice trembled and his eyes looked straight at him, a mist of water blurring, "but I don't want you to give up your life because of me and ignore everything... You will make me blame myself..."

"Do you want to see me marry another woman?"

Dongfang Shijin is distressed. He really has no choice

He stretched out his hand and wanted to dry Ye Qingcheng's tears. He watched her tears fall drop by drop, smash on the quilt and quickly absorbed them.

He wiped her tears, but she opened it with force.

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