To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 65 You Are My Story
She was choked up by his understatement, and because of being pressed down, she couldn't even move.

"Don't forget, between me and you..."

"Never forgot."

It was another sentence that made her unable to utter any rebuttals. His tone was a little lazy, and his pupils reflected dangerous feelings.

Even though the surrounding lights were not very bright, she could quickly catch the strong possessive desire expressed by him.

"Wen Liang, come back to me."

Huo Dongming found that the current self has no self-control over her and other women at all. The strong desire to tie her up and take it as his own almost tortured him to the point of going crazy!

Wen Liang listened to his magnetic and hoarse voice, her heart softened in a mess, she looked up at him in a daze, her eyes were wet, in fact, she...why didn't she want to come back to him?
The apex of the heart hurts.

Seeing that she was silent, he pursed his lips, his long fingers slid down the inner thighs of her thighs, and at the same time lowered his head and opened his lips to catch the tips of her ears.

An ambiguous low pant blew into his ears, and the clarity in Wen Liang's mind exploded, leaving only the vast emotions that he had aroused, with a soft and sticky voice: "Huo Dongming, let me go, okay?"

"Let go? Wen Liang, I have given you four years of freedom. Now, I am impatient."

She couldn't hear what he was saying at all, and her vision became more and more blurred, so she could only push him instinctively.

Wen Liang shook her body: "Huo Dongming, don't be like this..."

Yes, she wanted to get close to him, but she didn't want to use this closeness as a bargaining chip over and over again.

She's not that mean, and she doesn't want to taint the past with him that much.

His long fingers fell down, and the electric touch was deeper and faster, Wen Liang's eyes widened, his body was trembling constantly, and fine sweat dripped from his forehead.

Wen Liang didn't start, and raised her hand to hit him in the face like before, but... she couldn't hit him when she knew it was him.

She finally softened her emotions and "begged" out loud.

The man's fingers paused for a moment, and he raised his eyes to meet hers.

The little woman in front of her didn't know when tears were streaming down her face. She blinked lightly, and her pupils were full of resistance to him.

"Why are you crying?" He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, coaxing her softly.

"I don't want to make a deal with you."

deal?
He never thought about what kind of deal he wanted her to come back to, but he seemed to hurt her unintentionally. If she was not well-behaved or angered him a few times before, he would Only want to possess.

But this time, she was just looking at the documents there, and even said that she hadn't dated Mu Chi to please him, and he wanted to take possession of her.

This is what he wants in his heart.

want her back.

The rushing raindrops penetrated through the unlocked balcony door and kept invading. He turned his head and didn't want to take care of it, but he didn't want her room to be dirty like this, so he got up and closed the door.

The rain was heavy and the thunder was loud.

It was so deafening that the heart and lungs felt raw along with the sound.

Wen Liang looked at the lightning outside, the fingernails of her hands holding her knees sank into the flesh, pinching a patch of red, and she looked outside with a pale face.

Before she could react to what happened, the man who closed the door over there had already hurried back.

Almost as soon as he sat down, she got into his arms.

"Don't be afraid." His deep voice was extremely cold, and because of her small action, the cloudy sky turned clear in an instant.

And this could be regarded as a distant sound, but when she heard it, somehow, there was a sweet smell spreading in her heart.

"Huo Dongming, thank you for today." She was hugged by him, listening to his heartbeat, her attitude softened unconsciously.

"I don't even want to pay interest. This thank you is really insincere."

He blushed, after all, his original intention was not this.

"If your purpose of helping me at the beginning is just for this, I can ask anyone for help, but I just don't want to ask you again."

She said she liked him, so why didn't she want to come back to him, and pushed him further?
Huo Dongming didn't understand, the expression on his face sank and became as cold as a thunderstorm outside the window.

Wen Liang took a deep breath and looked at him seriously: "I cherish everything we have in the past, so I don't want to trade with you with friendship, just because of this."

"So? You don't plan to pay the interest?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Then... shall I cook for you tomorrow?"

He pursed his lips, as if he was satisfied with the answer: "Take a shower and sleep, I promise you I won't touch you."

Indeed, she was annoyed and tired enough by these things, and there was warm light in the bathroom, so she didn't have to be afraid of being frightened by thunder and lightning. Wen Liang nodded, took her clothes, and left beside him.

She seemed to be standing a little unsteadily, and he looked deeply at her slightly bumpy back, but in the end he still didn't follow.

Instead, she went to the bedroom, sat at the head of her bed, and casually pulled out a book from her bedside table.

It is a youth novel called "Shellfish Girl".

After turning over two pages with some curiosity, a line of her delicate words came into my eyes.

"You are my story, the cinnabar mole I will never forget in four years."

For a moment, his breathing became tighter.

Looking at the small words with time at the bottom of the words, he instinctively told him that this was the day she returned to China.

Her story, is it him?
What she can't forget is him?

Huo Dongming's gaze became deeper and deeper, and his long fingers touched the line of words. No matter what he faced, his heart was like a mirror of lake water without reservation, but now it seemed to be hit by a small stone in the center, causing ripples .

The waves are more turbulent than the last.

It's like the heat of summer, hard to ignore, disturbing but not disgusting.

(End of this chapter)