Chapter 884 (1/2)

”What's the matter?” Shen Mo Chen crouches next to bathtub, wipe her canthus pitifully, ”what happened?”

Shuimiaomiao pursed her mouth, put her hand around Shen Mochen, put her chin on his shoulder, smelled the familiar smell of him, mixed with alcohol, spurred her breath and nerves.

Her tears couldn't help but flow down.

Really, like, like Shen Mo Chen.

She has never liked a person so much, not even ye Lingyi.

His evil charm, his tenderness, his ridicule, his indulgence, every word he said, every thing he did, even the note left to her, were deeply imprinted in her heart.

Without him, what should she do in the future?

Shen Mo Chen is more and more uneasy. She won't cry for no reason.

He stroked shuimiaomiao's back and asked softly, ”Miaomiao, what's the matter? Tell me, you don't have to be afraid when I'm here

Shuimiaomiao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, sniffed his nose, looked at Shen Mochen, looked at him infatuated, and said in a choked voice, ”I dream that you are dead.”

Shen Mo Chen chuckles, caresses her red swollen canthus, doting said: ”fool, but is a dream, I am not good?”

Shuimiaomiao pursed her lips and looked at him. Her wet tears rushed into her eyes and was pressed in her eyes. She didn't want to say anything. She just wanted to hold him. At this moment, she never separated.

Shen Mochen let her hold it.

After a while.

He coax a way: ”good, good, good, take a bath first, careful cold.”

”Shen Mochen.” Shuimiaomiao called out.