Yi Qianmo's heart tightened suddenly.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, the hand that had been around her neck could not help loosening.
"Have you seen my mother?" Wang Yuxin murmured.
"What's wrong with you?" Yi Qian said.
But Wang Yuxin still answered the question, "Have you seen my mother?"
"..." Yi Qianmo suddenly understood that she was just a little confused at the moment.
Are you sleepwalking?
It's just that in his impression, her symptoms seem to be somewhat different from sleepwalking.
Or, because her mother's death was too stimulating for her, she was refusing to accept the fact that her mother had died.
"I didn't see your mother," he replied.
Even he himself felt a little weird, and he was answering what a person who was delirious said.
And when she heard his answer, her face was full of loss, and she just stood there blankly.
Bean-sized tears kept rolling down her face, dyeing the face that was already full of tears even more wet.
It was not the first time that Yi Qianmo saw a woman cry.
Even many women often like to use tears as weapons to try to make him feel pity.
Facing the tears of those women, he was completely indifferent.
But looking at her tears at the moment, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, which made him uncomfortable.
"Don't cry." Yi Qianmo said.
But Wang Yuxin seemed to have not heard his voice at all, tears were still flowing, and there was a faint whimpering sound in his mouth.
The tears became more and more, and along with the soft cry, Yi Qianmo felt more and more upset.
"I told you not to cry!" As his voice fell, he pulled her over and pressed his lips directly on hers, blocking the sound of crying that disturbed him.
He didn't want to hear her crying or see her tears again, it would make him feel very uncomfortable.
There was silence in the room.
Some, as if only the sound of each other's breathing was left.
The warm feeling on her lips made Wang Yuxin faintly regain her senses, and then her pupils suddenly widened.
How is this going? where is she now?
And the touch on the lips...is it a kiss?
The man in front of her is kissing her?
The brain was almost blank, as if it had been cut off.
All the blood in the body seems to be concentrated in the lips.
Warm touch, this is... Yi Qianmo's lips?
Is it reality now, or is it just a fantasy?
After an unknown amount of time, his lips finally left hers.
Those dark eyes stared at her like this, "Finally, I don't cry anymore."
Her eyes were wide open, tears still hanging on her lashes, but the crying finally stopped.
"Why...why are you kissing me?" she asked stiffly.
Yi Qianmo pursed her thin lips and kissed her, which was unexpected.
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