Their Intriguing Marriage

At this point, Lan Qing's bitter smile became deeper. He raised his head again and put the wine into his throat.

Li Qingning's chest is full of inexplicable emotions. She doesn't know what to say to comfort him or tell him that she and he are the same people.

But she understood that Lan Qing was not the kind of person who sought sympathy and pity.

She put out her hand over his knee. On the back of his hand, her palm was very delicate. Her hand was still cold, but now with firm strength, she shook his hand.

Lan Qing turned his head and looked at her firmly. His heart was hot. He covered her hand with his backhand and sent the hot temperature to her body continuously.

Needless to say, this silent company is the most warm.

Lan Qing, who has always been self-supporting, seems to have completely forgotten his reason today. Cup after cup, he keeps sending this cold liquid into his throat. It seems that only this cold touch can calm his restless heart a little.

What happened on this day made him feel a little tired. Although he always faces all this with no expression, he is still a person after all. He has understood since childhood that it is the safest way to bury all his emotions in his heart. Alcohol is undoubtedly the best way to bury emotions.

Gradually, his eyes became a little blurred, even the voice of Li Qingning beside him could not be heard very clearly.

It seems that there is a distant and misty voice calling him to a dream. The dream looks very beautiful. It's at the end of the dark, and it's a piece of light.

Li Qingning gently called a few times, but he still did not respond. His legs were spread out and his upper body leaned against the bed. His face was quiet and he seemed to be asleep.

She leaned slightly close to him, judging by his even breathing... He was really... Asleep.

"Drinking with me, I got drunk first." Li Qingning complained, but his voice was very small, for fear of waking him up.

He carefully took down the empty wine bottle and glass in his hand. Every movement was light and light.

Lanqing's sleep is really beautiful, handsome facial features with bright lines, but not as tight as he can during the day. At this moment, his face has a soft aesthetic feeling, which makes it impossible to move his Eyeliner away.

Li Qingning is crazy about his sleeping face. If he knows, I'm afraid he will laugh at her again.

She swallowed a little and began to have a headache about how to transfer the man to bed.

It turns out that it's not easy. Although his body is thin but full of muscle, she dragged him to the bed with great efforts, but he still sleeps like nobody else and concentrates.

The hands of the quartz clock on the wall indicate the arrival of the late night, but Li Qingning, who has been sleeping for a whole afternoon, is very sober at the moment. She sits beside Lan Qing and looks at him with her chin in her hands. It's the first time I've looked at him like this.

His sleeping face is so good-looking that Li Qingning has watched it for a long time without any distractions, but she still doesn't seem to have seen enough. She wants to see this man in her eyes and engrave it in her deep mind.

In this way, if she can't meet again in the future, she can still see him in her dream, and she can hide and quietly recall his appearance.

Women are always like this. They are a long-lasting but pessimistic species. When they are still together, they have already considered leaving.

Thinking of this, thinking of leaving this man, she felt a little heartache.

A woman always falls in love with the first man who has a substantial relationship with her. She doesn't know when she fell in love with this man, maybe long ago.

But what she didn't know was that she had loved this man so deeply that she felt a pang of heartache when she just thought of leaving him. Even her breathing was not smooth.

She pondered in the dark, and suddenly saw a slight change in the face of the quiet man.

His brow was slightly wrinkled at first, then deeper and deeper. His brow was wrinkled into a huge knot, like a nightmare, with a trace of pain on his face.

"It must be a nightmare." She whispered to herself.

When I was young, when I had nightmares, my mother always lay beside her, patted her with one hand, and coaxed her in a soft voice: "I'm not afraid. It's just a nightmare. It's OK. It's ok..."

But Lan Qing seems to be deeply in a dream and can't extricate himself. Sweat oozes from his forehead and whispers in his mouth. When Li Qingning was at a loss, he suddenly raised his hand and held her hand tightly, saying something in his mouth.

She allowed him to hold her hand hard and lean down to him to figure out what he was saying.

"Don't go, don't leave me..."

She finally understood what he said, so she echoed, "I'm not going. I'm here."

But Lan Qing's words were like a shining thunder, bombing her fragile nerves.

"Phil, don't go, OK?"

"Gu Fei Er, why do you treat me like this? Why are you so cruel?"

"Phil, I love you. Don't leave me, OK?" He kept repeating similar words in his mouth.

I don't know if it's cool in the summer night, or if the temperature of the air conditioner is a little low. For a while, Li Qingning felt chills attacking her body, which made her shrink her hand from Lan Qing and hold her tightly.

"Gopher."

She gently repeated the name in his mouth, thinking of Feng Chi and what Mrs. Lan said. When she just looked at the man, the bright light in her eyes went out a little bit.

The three words of "I love you" in his mouth just now are like steel nails in her heart.

Yes, I finally heard from him that the most common expression between lovers is "I love you". It's just "you", but it doesn't mean her.

These days bit by bit in her brain replayed, he treated her well, his overbearing gentle, everything, she thought it was the performance of this man when he was very affectionate to her, but now it seems, really affectionate?

Why did he never say "I love you" to himself?

She thought, maybe not, not at all. After all, she was too stupid to fall into his gentle array, but as a substitute for another woman.

She doesn't know where she looks like that woman. Even if she gets along with herself these days, she can't erase his deep missing for that woman.