It took him an hour to prove that he did exist, and Mu Wan felt it, cold sweat dripping down the arched neck, she looked up at the dark ceiling, as if being reinfused with soul. The eyes in the darkness became bright, like the cold moonlight reflected on the lake in the dark night.
"Or?" The man put his arms on her side, his voice was cold and dumb, but his body was so hot that Mu Wan's body was red.
The body seemed to fall apart, she did not answer, turned around and lay on her side, avoiding his gaze. Because of the violent exercise just now, the heart beats the eardrum like a drum, Mu Wan breathed freely, the moist air entered the lungs, and she felt that she had come back to life.
He came back, it was real, and her heart settled down.
However, the pain of the past two weeks was magnified and repeated bit by bit in his mind. Mu Wan pulled the white blanket on his shoulders, curled up like a kitten, with a slight and hoarse voice.
"I want to break up with you," she said.
The breaths of men and women are intertwined, ambiguous and lingering. Her words were resolute and decisive, like a torch that burned all the oxygen out.
He deceived her with death, and in two weeks, she lived a life like a walking dead. He may be worse than her, having to face his father, brother and family, so he used this method.
But he shouldn't lie to her, it was his mistake, Liu Qianxiu knew this. She is lazy and lazy, but also serious and determined.
For his mistake, he accepts such punishment. He lay behind her, looking at her shrunken shoulders, like a cat lying in a nest.
"Okay." Liu Qianxiu responded indifferently.
Inside the room, the silence was so quiet that needles fell, Liu Qianxiu got up and pushed the hair from her ears behind her ears. Under the jet-black hair, there is a white neck, and the woman's chin is slightly raised.
He leaned over, the kiss fell to her ear, the body of the woman in his arms trembled slightly, and his voice was low, like a high mountain spring.
"Then can I pursue you?" he asked.
Mu Wan's consciousness was plunged into darkness, and was pulled back again by both hands, pulling her heart out, and a layer of fine sweat came out. She did not dare to fall asleep, for fear that she would be gone after falling asleep.
She listened to what he said, turned her head, and kissed again anxiously.
The woman crawled on top of him, Liu Qianxiu's arm encircled her, and in response to her kiss, he muttered, "You agree?"
"No." Her voice was trembling, but at the same time it was fierce, "Don't want to chase me so easily."
She was still angry, very deterrent, like a little leopard gnawing on its prey. This was much more vivid than the marionette-like she he saw at the door at the beginning.
He greeted her, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his dark eyes were filled with pampering and tenderness.
"Then what are we doing?"
"Sex." She replied unceremoniously.
"Then what are we now?" he asked.
"Friends," she said, biting his lip.
Although she was anxious, she was so anxious that she did not get to the point after kissing for a long time. Liu Qianxiu hugged her, rolled over and pressed her under him.
"It's a Taoist friend." He kissed the tip of her nose and said, "We are doing double repairs."
As if she couldn't bear his words, the woman in her arms sobbed, and said in a trembled voice, "Friends of Daoists are friends of Daoists, only double cultivation and no relationship...you, hurry up."
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Incurable
RomanceROMANCE Liu QianXiu has practiced medicine for so many years but he had never seen such a big wound. Mo Wan looked at the injury on her foot and asked, "Doctor, am I badly hurt?" Liu QianXiu glanced at her faintly and said, "Severe. One moment later...