Chapter 37.1

"Don't go." Cool small Yu urgent voice way.

Xin Zezhao pursed her lips, but her hand was cold. She pulled out her hand little by little and left firmly.

"I'm sorry." Uneasiness is surging in her chest, while Xin Zezhao's determination makes her uneasy and more frightened. Subconsciously, Liang Xiaoyu apologizes with a strong nasal voice.

Tears had already poured out of his eyes, and gradually wet Xin Zezhao's back clothes, so the sadness was diffused.

The clothes soaked in tears are tightly attached to the skin, as if conveying the owner's panic and sadness. It's a cold liquid, but it's burning like a fire.

A slight sigh of helplessness escapes from the tight lips. Xin Zezhao stops his action and lets Liang Xiaoyu embrace him from behind.

"Don't go." Seeing that Xin Zezhao stops, Liang Xiaoyu doesn't feel at ease. Instead, she seems to touch the switch of her negative emotion, which makes her tremble in fear, hugs him tightly, and repeats this sentence with crying voice.

"You're going to push me away." In the middle of the sound, Xin Zezhao tried his best to hold back the heartache in his heart.

"No! That's what I said when I got water in my head. It's because my brain was caught in the door. It's because I'm stupid... " Liang Xiaoyu shook his head desperately, regretting.

"What about Shaojin? Don't you care for her? " Xin Zezhao's eyebrows relaxed slightly, but he still sneered.

A moment later, a dull voice came from my back: "I'm selfish."

Liang Xiaoyu seldom speaks in such a soft and coquettish tone, which makes Xin Zezhao shake his mind for a moment. Although his thin lips are still in a straight line, his anger is gradually dissipated.

The soft boneless hand tightly clasps his waist, and the graceful body close to him passes warm waves from behind. The faint fragrance of Liang Xiaoyu lingers around him, which makes Xin Zezhao's tight muscles gradually relax.

"Well, it's selfish." At half a sound, Xin Zezhao restrained himself from being touched by Liang Xiaoyu's soft tone.

"So I won't let you go." Liang Xiaoyu saw that Xin Zezhao's frightening breath gradually dissipated, and he let himself hold it. He was greatly relieved, stopped his tears and ran to him.

Seeing that Xin Zezhao is still pursing her lips, Liang Xiaoyu directly plunges into Xin Zezhao's arms without saying anything, listening to his powerful heartbeat.

Liang Xiaoyu's good attitude of admitting his mistake and high consciousness's throwing himself in the arms make Xin Zezhao's last trace of anger disappear. Without hesitation, he bends down slightly, holds up the person in his arms and goes straight to the rest room.

Liang Xiaoyu circles Xin Zezhao's slender neck and looks at his still frowning brow. He feels a twinge of heartache in his heart, but with a faint joy.

She didn't think that Xin Zezhao would care so much about their relationship, so she said that on impulse.

Xin Zezhao felt that Liang Xiaoyu was looking at her with bright eyes, and his eyes were full of light joy and deep love, which made his cold face almost unable to maintain.

"Ze Zhao." But at this time, Liang Xiaoyu also wanted to call his name in a soft voice, which was full of affection. It was like a feather caressing his heart, which stirred his mind.

Xin Zezhao subconsciously tightens the iron arm holding Leng Xiaoyu. His dark eyes become deeper and deeper, and a fleeting streamer quickly passes by.

He pushed open the door of the rest room and threw Liang Xiaoyu onto the soft bed with a little annoyance. Then the whole person was covered up. The tall figure immediately covered her petite body. The familiar masculine atmosphere occupied the whole breathing room and made her confused.

"Liang Xiaoyu." Xin Zezhao lowered his head, the tip of his nose opposite her, and his warm breath sprayed on her scarlet cheek.

Hearing his name, Liang Xiao's eyes were lifted consciously, and he bumped into Xin Zezhao's dark eyes, which were full of faint light. His face was clearly reflected in his dark pupils.