Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

He pressed Ye Qingcheng's hand harder and pasted it on his heart.

It was as if it was burning. Ye Qingcheng wanted to break away, but Dongfang Shijin didn't give her any chance to refute. He finally gave up resistance and sat beside him, his fragile shoulders trembling, and his tears rolled down so unprepared.

Her long hair hung down her cheeks, and her loose hospital clothes seemed to collapse at any time.

Her side face was sharp and pretty, her long eyelashes curled up and was torn by tears.

Ye Qingcheng bit his lower lip tightly, closed his eyes tightly and wept.

"Speak!"

Looking at this, she tried her best to hold back her tears here. Dongfang Shijin's heart hurts more, especially there is an inexplicable emptiness. I'm afraid it's Ye Qingcheng's default

He was flustered and helpless.

And yelling at her again.

"Dongfang Shijin..." Ye Qingcheng loosened his lip, but his voice trembled. "I really love you, but... I can't look at you because I become like this. I hope you are a natural king like before. If you fight against the family because of me... Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

“……”

"I love you so much that I'm about to lose myself, but I really understand what's the most important for a man, and... I can't bring you anything..."

"You don't need to do anything at all. You just need to be behind me..."

"Oriental world brocade!"

Ye Qingcheng increased his voice and interrupted him.

The words that Dongfang Shijin hasn't spoken are suddenly interrupted, and his mouth still stays at the last word.

The air is strangely quiet.

"At least... I love you... I really want to be good for you."

Ye Qingcheng's voice dropped, and the air echoed quietly.

She felt that Dongfang Shijin was holding her hand tightly and became weak. She drained her strength a little

It seems that her heart is empty as he releases his hand, but she really has no right to be sad, because she asked for it

It's all... What she wants.

"Get out."

Dongfang Shijin finally let go of her hand, which fell into the cold air.

The cold and cruel word seemed to be a cold desert, and she was walking on it naked. The cold air ran from her feet to her heart, freezing her body

Ye Qingcheng looked at him and wanted to come over and kiss him, but he coldly said goodbye.

"The last goodby kiss." her eyes are clear after crying, but they are a strange calm light.

She is quiet.

Quiet, ethereal.

Dongfang Shijin vowed that there had never been such a moment. He felt that ye Qingcheng seemed to be far away. In a distant place, he could not touch, kiss or kiss - it was clear that she was beside him. He could stretch out his hand to pull her, hug her and hold her deeply in his arms, but he could not touch her heart and touch her most real appearance.

It seems to be right in front of you, but it's far away.

The radian of Dongfang Shijin's tight chin is cold, without a trace of emotion.

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PS: I have something to do tomorrow morning. I can start coding in the afternoon. It's almost three o'clock in the afternoon. kiss you