Mr.President: tease me!

One of her hands was tightly wrapped by the man's big hand.

Is he awake or not?

Is it a dream, just a dream of her?

Chi Yi'an's heart, popping and popping, jumped loud and urgent, nervous and excited.

"Mu Xizhi."

See the man still didn't open his eyes.

"Mu Xizhi."

She cried again.

She gently called him and pulled her hand, trying to pull it away from his big hand.

But as soon as she moved, the man's big hand tightened a little, and it tightened a little when she moved.

She looked up again.

But the man's eyes are still closed, still in a coma.

Is it her illusion?

"Mu Xizhi?" Chi Yian called suspiciously. At the same time, she moved her hand and wanted to take out her hand from the man's palm.

As before, the more her hand moved, the tighter he grasped her, and finally her fingers were strangled.

This is really trying to do something, isn't it?

She got up, half bent close to his face, frowned and looked at his face carefully.

He still didn't respond at all.

Later, I remembered that Ann was silent. Suddenly, my other hand broke his finger.

But his fingers seemed to be stuck by strong glue and couldn't be broken.

I really want to take a knife and stamp the man's hand.

Just chop it.

Finally, she was frustrated.

She pulled the stool over, sat down, yawned, and fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

In half an hour.

When she fell asleep, the man slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the sleeping woman lying on one side, he raised a shallow smile on his lips.

Actually——

He woke up early. He just didn't want to open his eyes.

He woke up when her fingers touched his cheek, and he greedily stroked her.

It was so soft that it tickled his heart like a feather.

When she stroked his lips, he really wanted to suck her fingers in his mouth.

But I can't move myself.

But he didn't dare to open his eyes, because he was afraid that everything was just his dream. He was afraid that she would disappear as soon as he opened his eyes, so he didn't dare to open his eyes

I'm afraid that when I open my eyes, this beautiful thing will no longer exist. I'm afraid I'll be happy in vain.

He kept his eyes closed and just held her hand tightly. He could feel that she was beside him now and was satisfied.

He thought he would be happy even if it was his own illusion.

Looking at her sleeping face, he really wanted to come forward and kiss her. He wanted to

After he shot himself, he clearly felt his blood flowing out of his body

Soon, his whole body strength was pulled away, and then he lost consciousness.

When it was dark in front of him, he dragged his weak body aimlessly looking for an exit that could see the sun again.

He walked for a long time, but in front of him, except for the endless darkness, he couldn't see the slightest light or hope

His feet became so heavy that he could hardly move them.

Just when he couldn't hold on any longer and had to give up in despair, he heard someone calling him.

Mu Xizhi

Mu Xizhi

He called his name again and again.

The voice that was familiar with his bones called him out, gently, with worry and crying.

It's his Ann calling him.

It's his Ann.

Her voice was like a light, leading him out of the darkness and escaping from the gloomy and terrible hell.

He remembered that she told him not to die and said that when he died, she immediately married Qin Zimo. If he dared to die, she would dare to marry.

So he dared not die.

He doesn't want to go. He wants to be with her.

I want to be with her all my life.

Even if she doesn't love him, he loves her.

Maybe in the remaining decades, she will fall in love with him again and give her heart to him again.

He loosened the woman's hand, lifted it with some difficulty, helped her lift the hair on her cheek and behind her ears.

Finger abdomen gently stroked her white cheek inch by inch.

This is the woman he loves most in his life.

He wanted to go back to five years ago. He had never hurt her. Her father had not died, so he could be with her all his life.

However, after so many things happened, she would never forgive him again.

She hated him. She hated him all the time.

His fingers rested on her little lips and rubbed them.

Suddenly, seeing her lips wriggle, he quickly pulled back his hand, put it on her hand, and then held her.

Tomorrow, how should he face her? He can't stay in bed all the time.

Or pretend to lose memory?

It seems that amnesia only happens when he hits his head. He doesn't blow his head with a gun. If he blows his head, he may be a grave now.

There's so much more to do.

Are these two shots worth shooting at yourself?

At least she still cares about her life and death and doesn't want him to die.

Ann, what should I do?

Chi Yian was not very honest when she went to bed. She moved her feet manually or kicked people. She slowly got rid of these bad habits after she gave birth to a child.

This is, she moved a few times, and Mu Xizhi quickly closed her eyes.

Chi Yian was really sleepy. Seeing that the man's hand was loose, he broke off the man's hand.

The position on the hospital bed was big enough. She took off her shoes and sat on it. Anyway, she only slept a little, and she would never squeeze him.

Open the quilt on Mu Xizhi's body and carefully lie down on his side. In order not to touch him, she only curled up on the edge of the bed, but she wanted to sleep with him.

He moved a little closer to the man's body, gently hugged his waist with one hand, held his hand with the other, and clasped his fingers.

"Mu Xizhi." she murmured in a low voice, "why don't you wake up? Can you hear me? You can certainly hear me. Stingy and bad men like you hate you most and hate you..."

Mu Xizhi still didn't respond. Chi Yian half narrowed his eyes, "hey... I'm so tired. I'd better go to bed. I borrow your bed tonight and don't want to move."

Yawning, she pulled the quilt over them and slowly closed her eyes.

When the woman slept in the past, Mu Xizhi opened his eyes again, with curved eyebrows and eyes and curved corners of his mouth.

My heart is happy.

Le ha Da is going to fly to heaven.

Simply, with a woman in his arms, he would rather not wake up all his life and let her accompany him all the time.

Her little hand still hugged his waist and took the initiative to hug his waist.

He has been itching for a long time since the last time he secretly slept with her drunk.

Finally

He waited until today. She took the initiative to sleep with him. It's shameful that he pretended not to wake up.

The Jue pervert also said that he would pull down his face and pretend to be poor at an appropriate time. Sometimes it would be shameful, as long as he could catch up with the problem that women cared about his face.

As long as women catch up.

Still sleeping.

I believe tonight is a beautiful night.

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