Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 737 Mrs. Mine (63)

She slowly withdrew her hand, then turned over as well.

With their backs facing each other, the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.

Yun Si closed her eyes, tucked in the quilt, and fell asleep.

It was starting to get angry with him.

After all, no one can bear that kind of inexplicable cold violence.

It was late at night, when everything was still.

The sleepy person fell back to sleep soon, leaving the sleepless person, motionless, looking straight ahead.

The sound of even breathing came from behind, although it was very soft, but he could always distinguish it immediately.

He turned around slowly, fixedly staring at Yun Si whose back was facing him, there was a wide gap between the two of them.

In the past, the two of them always hugged each other and covered the blanket to keep them warm.

But tonight, the two of them were separated so far for the first time.

The cold Master Tai Tuo must have watched it for a few seconds.

Immediately, he stuck it up and held her in his arms as always.

The tall bridge of the nose rubbed against her cheeks, she closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply the unique fragrance of flowers on her body.

Kiss and hug her like a perverted idiot.

If it wasn't for the fear of waking her up, I'm afraid his actions would be even more presumptuous.

"Mrs. My Lady"

He murmured softly, as if filled with gravel, his voice was very sandy.

He hugged her tightly, trying to exert force, but restrained his strength very much.

He didn't dare to wake her up, afraid that she would see this side of him.

He is such an arrogant person, how could he allow her to discover his fanaticism.

Warm lips covered her ears, pecking gently, carefully, as if treating some porcelain doll.

The powerful reason controls him, so that he will not lose his composure.

She would not let her find out that she was in such a passive position.

From the beginning, after she left, he realized that he had become a weak one in this relationship.

All along, he has been passive, passively accepting her, passively doing things he has never done.

He admits that he enjoys it, and sinks a little bit.

But he never thought that after she left, he would miss her so crazily.

Thinking that my heart is empty every day, I go crazy trying to find something to fill.

Without her, he began to not know how to live, how to adapt to being alone again.

The life of that person in the past seems to have become extremely distant, and his memory has faded away.

Only the figure of the two of them together remained in his mind, and only the excitement she brought to him remained.

He began to panic, at a loss what to do, and frantically wanted to find her.

However, he couldn't find it.

She left completely, leaving only those entanglements for him.

The rest, the clothes that can carry her smell, the towel, nothing.

He couldn't even find a spiritual comfort.

Every night, he sat quietly on the bed where he and she had slept together, all night long, until dawn.

For countless moments, he was thinking that he was finished.

In this relationship that he didn't want to start, the first to be emotional and the first to be inseparable will be him.

She can shake her ass and walk away cleanly, but he can't.

He misses her. Wants her back.

His heart was too empty, so empty that he felt a dull pain in his heart every day.

The more it hurt, the more he stood guard at the door of the inn every day, waiting for her.

It's ridiculous to say that at that time, he was really like a dog waiting for his master to come home.

(End of this chapter)