Chapter 383： Girls hearts are too small (1/2)

These four words are easy to say, but it is too difficult to really do it.

Sorry about each other, did you finally forget each other?

Ethereal slowly closed his eyes, his face aching.

Cheng Yanluo retracted his gaze and fell to the person beside him.

It's too late to let him sleep like this, the sea breeze is so strong, his body has just recovered, but he can't be infected with the cold again, otherwise it will be more difficult.

Thinking of this, she stood up and wanted to seek the help of the patrolling Xiaolie rider, but unfortunately, when these people saw her look, they immediately avoided it, pretending to see nothing.

Cheng Yanluo's abdomen was defamatory. Could it be that these people have been instructed by the earth spirits, regardless of him?

Cheng Yanluo couldn't help but drew his lips. Forget it, even if he already planned to clarify the relationship, he couldn't help but die.

So she frankly stretched out her hand, put one arm on her shoulder, and then pulled out her strength to stand up, and then slowly moved to his room.

Cheng Yanluo, who patronized walking, did not see the person leaning on his body and opened his eyes again.

Looking at the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, she walked forward without hesitation, and the ethereal heart was more mixed.

Only then should he wake up and leave on his own, but he couldn't bear it.

After strenuous efforts, Cheng Yanluo returned him to the room.

Just put him on the couch and covered the quilt, Cheng Yanluo wanted to leave, but he didn't know why, but couldn't move.

She looked up at the person in front of her, and Qing Jun's face remained the same. For six years, he left nothing on him, but made him more handsome.

He is already a dream object in the hearts of the sisters and sisters, let alone now.

In six years, many things can be changed and impulses can be wonderful.

She looked slightly faint, as if she saw the two of them traveling by night in the candlelight, walking in the path of the intestines of the early summer, even if they did not speak, they felt words in each other's eyes.

But now--

She felt that she couldn't stay any longer. The room was slowly smelling his own. If she stayed there, she might think again.

Cheng Yanluo immediately turned around and was about to leave.

One hand held her wrist.

She was stiff.

”Smoke, don't go.”

With a drunken voice, a little hoarse and a little dull, but the simple sentence of retention, but people can not let go of his hands.

”At the beginning, when I told you not to leave, why did you leave?” She turned her back to him, asking the words that were six years late in her heart.

”I, I have a task. If it were not the master, there would be no Rongrong, and I would not meet you. The master's well-being, I must be attentive. At that time, the situation was urgent and there was no time to explain. Xiaoyan, I was wrong. A slow voice sounded from behind her.

”No, you are not wrong,” Cheng Yanluo closed her eyes, ”wrong is that I like it too deeply, I can't stand a grain of sand.”

Having said that, she ruthlessly withdrew her wrist from his hand, and did not stay any longer, leaving quickly.

Maybe he was drunk before he suddenly said these things.

Maybe he was not drunk.

But drunk and not drunk are no longer important, are they?

Six years ago, you could give up me once for your responsibility, and after six years, you could give up me again?

Why should I keep this dangerous relationship and wait stupidly to be abandoned again?