The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

[Tear down your fish pond, break into your heart, be the most paranoid wild king, be the lone wolf who loves you the most, hey baby, tomorrow you will be a bride. - Rong Liyuan]

Tired all night, the girl in his arms has fallen asleep.

Three thousand green silk was splashed on the bed like ink, and the snow-white skin was dyed a little bright red.

The flame that had just been extinguished in Rong Liyuan's eyes ignited again, his **** Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he stretched out his thumb and gently rubbed her delicate pink lips.

"Yingbao, I want to tie you by my side and never leave. Even if you hate me, I'll be happy."

He pressed a kiss on her forehead, then rolled over and got out of bed.

It was almost noon when Mu Changying woke up again, the memories of last night flooded out, and her little face flushed shyly.

"It's good, I belong to A Yuan completely~"

She hugged the quilt with both hands and rubbed happily, feeling his residual body temperature on it.

Covetously, he picked up the corner of the quilt and put it on his face, squinted his eyes contentedly, and rolled around on the bed several times.

"A Yuan, I will never let you down again in this life."

In a previous life, her tendons were cut off, and she was thrown into a cemetery to fend for herself.

After Rong Luyuan got the news, even though he knew that there were many traps ahead, he rushed to save her without hesitation.

But on the way, he suffered a car accident and took away his leg.

But he still insisted on dragging his broken body and went to find her in a wheelchair.

The graveyard had already been ambushed, and he was shot as soon as he arrived.

Mu Changying will never forget, he held her tightly in his arms, and caressed her cheek with his **** hands.

"Yingbao, people in the world say that if you are born with different quilts and die, you must share the same acupoint."

"But...how can I let you die with me?"

"Promise me, live with my hobby for you."

Rong Luyuan's eyes were filled with deep affection and no remorse, and the words he spoke made his heart hurt.

This is the person he holds at the top of his heart, how can he bear to let her go to Huangquan with him?

"I already made a will... All the property and funds in my name are yours."

"You hold on for a while... Bai Mo and the others will protect you when they come."

He seemed to be explaining his last words, and every word that fell on her heart made her heart cramp.

Mu Changying snuggled in his arms, sobbing hard.

She had never seen such a filthy person in her life, bleeding all over the place, her flesh was blurred, and her bones were exposed.

But he was still crawling on the ground, walking forward in a crawling posture, trying to leave her the chance to survive.

At the juncture of life and death, love is shocking.

Tears burst out loudly, blurring Mu Changying's vision.

She shook her head violently and said with sobs, "I'm not worth it, I'm not worth it..."

The girl's voice was extremely shrill, and every word she said was sobbing with blood, as sharp as the screams of a ghost.

How can someone like her who is so arrogant and ignorant of good and evil deserve to protect him with his life?

"Yingbao, stay by my side in the next life, don't run away, okay?"

His voice was gentle and full of love that had never been seen before.

Until the end of his life, his body became stiff and his heart stagnated, and Rong Luyuan's love for Mu Changying never stopped.

"A Yuan, I will never run away again."

Thinking of the past, she felt that her blood was about to solidify, and her heart felt a suffocation.

A thin mist of water gathered in his eyes, his eyes were hazy with tears, and his pupils were looming.

"In this life, we will share the same bed, and we will be buried together in death."