Chapter 258 (2/2)

An Ge'er tried to hold back the tears of sour missing.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered a sentence.

I don't know where to know such a sentence: the happiest thing in the world is that when you hug a person, he hugs you more tightly.

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It's like embracing your life, embracing your love.

Hugging him tightly, Angela still can't help feeling pain. It's summer, but his body is cold, only the heart under his chest is beating violently.

Angela slowly looked up at him, his hand on her hair, gently stroked, it seems that he seems to be pacifying her, but only she felt that he stroked the fingertips of her hair, slightly shaking.

An Ge'er finally couldn't help sobbing, red eyes, and then in his obsessed, grateful sight, she stood on tiptoe slightly, her hands around his neck, purplish little lips pasted up

Touching his cold lips, an'ge'er was astringent, tender, but delicate and gentle. His feather lashes trembled, and his eyes closed slightly, but he slowly shed two lines of tears.

She really didn't want to shed tears.

He was worried enough, afraid enough, but she couldn't help it at this time.

It's just so hopeless.

Tears slide down her cheek, across the lip, she tasted the salty taste, the bottom of her heart is more and more painful, she clumsily kisses his thin lips, and in the moment that the salty tears enter between the lips and teeth, his hands caressing her hair suddenly tighten up.

Tightly clasped behind her head, he bent over and left her lips, rubbed her ear and said a word