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Chapter 77

Wen Xiaohui's body was shaking like a leaf in the wind. He did not dare to look up. On a cold winter day, sweat flowed down his cheeks. He almost instinctively wanted to pull the car door closed, but the car door was fixed by that forceful hand. , He couldn't shake a half point at all.

With a hand on his shoulder, Luo Yi's familiar voice rang in his ear: "Brother Xiaohui, get off the car." The warmth is like warm sun, but it is as cold as frost.

Wen Xiaohui bit his lower lip fiercely and forced himself to recover a little mobility from the deepest fear. He punched Luo Yi in the abdomen with his punches, and didn't care about closing the car door. He started the car and wanted to run. The urge to escape Luo Yi has been deeply buried in his bones and has become his instinct.

Luo Yi's breathing suddenly became a little heavy. He grabbed Wen Xiaohui's neck and dragged the whole person out arbitrarily. Wen Xiaohui tripped with his left and right feet and fell to the ground with a thump.

With a loud bang, the car door was closed viciously. Wen Xiaohui looked back at his car, as if his last hope was dashed before his eyes.

A pair of feet wearing hand-made leather shoes appeared in my line of sight, and the trouser legs were sharp like blades. Wen Xiaohui blinked, and in a daze, a scene of their first meeting appeared before him.

At that time, he was scraped to the ground by Luo Yi's bicycle. When the boy ran over, what appeared in his sight were snow-white sneakers and loose sweatpants. The boy's dazzling smile and refreshing taste like the sun. , Just like that spring breeze, gently caressing his face, bringing him the warmest and sweetest time.

Five years. Things are wrong.

If... If the teenager he loves, Luo Yi, who is gentle, considerate and smart, is real. He missed that Luo Yi so much, and thought about it, thinking that after such a long time, he would be heartbroken. In the end of this bumpy relationship, he felt that he was no longer deceived and hated, but a loss. Beloved. He felt that the person he loved was dead, and the person he loved, pleased, and admired would disappear forever in this world.

It can't hurt anymore.

He was lifted from the ground by a pair of powerful hands. He finally raised his head and looked at the person in front of him through his blurred eyes.

So strange.

The face that had become more mature and gloomy was obviously familiar with the facial features that could be portrayed with bare hands, but it seemed so strange. The boy who used to only need to look up and can hook his shoulders and back without any effort, now has the height and strong body that he must look up. He saw a little wolf pup grow up with his own eyes, but he didn't realize it.

Luo Yi looked at Wen Xiaohui deeply, inch by inch, without leaving room, for more than a year, more than 500 days and nights, he could not get this face out of his mind in a day. He once thought about whether a person should influence his brain in this way, but later he discovered that it was irrelevant and he could not control himself. He missed Wen Xiaohui, wanted to see him, wanted to hug him, wanted to hear his voice, that kind of strong desire surpassed everything he had insisted in the past, and he was scared.

When he approached Wen Xiaohui with purpose, he felt that this person was in his own pocket, but now it seems that he was taken down...

Wen Xiaohui tried hard to withdraw his arms, Luo Yi wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed his body into the arms of the host, and said in a low voice, "Stop moving, I don't want to do it with you, but I can tie you. Get up, don't force me to do this."

Wen Xiaohui's breathing was trembling, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Luo Yi.

Luo Yi's stubborn look was full of hateful and delicious temptations. He closed his eyes, calmed himself down, and got Wen Xiaohui into the building with half a drag and a hug.