Chapter 75 (2/2)

Then, I passed out, passed out

Ji Tianmiao's expression on his low face is too happy. He laughs so evil that he looks up---

The interrogative eyes looked straight at another man in the room, with a layer of glittering and translucent pink mouth, and said indifferently,

”Mo Li, what are you doing?”

Ji Tianmiao cold words, like a dagger, straight stab to the heart of Mo Li.

Tingling feeling, instant invasion of the whole body.

Yes!

What the hell is he doing?!

……

Ink from the cold eyes, there is a trace of broken.

Looking at in front of a face of indifference to question their own wonderful, he was speechless.

Mo Li doesn't know what he's doing.

……

Ji Tianmiao stands up from the ground, and his cold eyes are pressing towards Mo Li,

”Mo Li, just because you don't want me doesn't mean I'm not wanted.

But why do you want to destroy it again?!

Don't I have the right to pursue happiness?

Mo Li, do you hate me like this? ”

Said, Ji Tianmiao's voice is a little wrong, with a slight tremor.

……

That's not the truth!

Mo Li suddenly raised his head, and his cold lips were about to open,

But I saw, in Miaomiao's proud eyes, a piece of cool tears,

”Baji”---

On the cold floor.

Mo Li was stunned.

This is Miaomiao's third time to cry in front of him. The first time is when he saved her ten years ago, but he almost died, Miaomiao cried; The second time, that night, Miaomiao stripped herself in front of him, but he angrily denounced her; The third time, this time

In the ten years between, Miaomiao never cried in front of him.

Recently, he always seems to make her cry

So, has Miaomiao decided to let go?

Ink from the head like a paste, a mess.

……

Miaomiao's face has been flowing with tears, barefoot step by step toward the ink away.

Mo Li stared at Miaomiao, who had come to her eyes, and wanted to call her name, but---

It's like my throat is stuck by a thorn. I don't know how to speak.

Ji Tianmiao raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face.

In the charming eyes, the bright waves reflected the cold and bleary face of Mo Li.

Ji Tianmiao took a deep breath, calmed some excited mood.

Then he looked at Mo Li and said word by word,

”Mo Li, this is the last time I ask you.

I like you. From ten to twenty, I have loved you for ten years.

Now, I still like you very much.

So, do you want me or not? ”

……

Mo Li stared at the woman in front of him. The burning, firm and expectant light in his eyes was that there was no wonderful and domineering arrogance.

A woman asked a man if he wanted to have her or not. Moreover, after ten years of asking, how much courage and persistence is needed

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