Chapter 285

Leng Wanyan is a person who is afraid of the cold. Before this moment, because of the existence of shangguanzixuan, he was very considerate of himself. His tenderness and tenderness, his hugs, his kisses, his voice, his words, his breath, his every move and even a look in his eyes will bring him endless warmth.

Shangguanzixuan seems to have been embedded in his body, defending her from the cold and giving her strength.

Now the man left, her whole person is not good, the flowers of life, open in the cold, because he is beautiful, everything is fragrant, but because of him, will wither and wither.

Leng Wanyan step by step, the road ahead is dim, bright and dark, attracting her to go forward, it seems that there is really no place. She suddenly remembered with frustration that she had almost no cash on her body and that her card was still rich. However, the city was a little far away in this place, and there were few vehicles. It was estimated that she would have to walk a long way to get a taxi.

These are not difficult. No matter how far she goes, where she wants to go, and where she loves, it doesn't matter. But every step she takes is a step away from the man she loves. Maybe that's why I feel so difficult.

In fact, Guan Zixuan has been following Leng Wanyan, about 10 meters away from the appearance, not too close, but also dare not too far.

Too close to worry about being found by her, too far and worried about her crossing the road, or encounter something more dangerous when they can not immediately get to her side, to ensure her personal safety.

This stubborn little woman, really let him helpless. When her stubbornness comes up and rushes out of the house, he really can't do it without following up.

This winter night, in this sparsely populated place, even if she really has a place to go, he can't rest assured to let her go alone, but she doesn't want to stay with him, he will do as he pleases, but where she wants, he must accompany where she goes, until she can see that she is safe to arrive.

No matter what kind of quarrel they had just had, what's more, they didn't seem to have quarreled just now. It's just a question of whether she trusts him or not. It doesn't matter. She is his woman and his heart. These are facts and can't be changed.

It is estimated that she is now angry, Shangguan Zixuan also dare not rashly catch up.

She walked that long way and he chased after her. Seeing Leng Wanyan in front of him, shangguanzixuan took off his backpack on his back and held it in front of him, as if he was afraid of walking. Holding something in his arms like this would protect her from the cold or death and give her a little strength or a sense of security.

Shangguanzixuan suddenly wanted to let this little woman look back at himself and find his own existence. Anyway, he would accompany her. She would be angry with him or hate him. Let her know that he was always behind him. Shangguanzixuan was closer to him, probably seven or eight meters in appearance. Leng Wanyan walked aimlessly, and there was another stream behind him The north wind blew through the bone, but how did this cold air roll into a breath that he was very familiar with. His heart trembled and stopped. The man behind, too, stopped.

Her back was stunned there, not sure. Her nose breathed hard, and what she smelled was the clear, domineering and pleasant smell of the man she liked.

It was Shangguan Zixuan. He followed him. But why didn't he stop her and catch up with her?

Leng Wanyan looked around, it was really silent, cold and quiet, he clearly wanted to calm down, want to leave her, but, out of his responsibility for her, there is a care in, so quietly sent out, quietly waiting for her to leave safely.

Maybe that's the best explanation. Since I feel too tired and disappointed, why care so much. This is not the Shangguan Zixuan in her impression. The Shangguan Zixuan she knows will be more merciless to his own heartless people.

Cold Wanyan on such a wishful thinking again to step forward, but this time his own feeling and attention have been to the man behind him. Some absent-minded, the man behind her is just following his own pace.

It's already very close, and we have to keep a distance.

Leng Wanyan didn't know how far he had gone. He didn't give up. He just kept on following her. Leng Wanyan's heart was sour and sad. When he came out just now, his heart was cold like water, but now he is The move let her heart surging with a warm current, this road is not very long, but her feet seem to have the same heavy gold.

Her reluctance to give up, growing in her heart, that feeling, not only did not die out because of the despair just now, but was more crazy burning, melting all the chill in the heart.

Leng Wanyan stopped once again, drooping her eyes, and her thick long curled eyelashes blinked, covering the water mist under her eyes.

Her shoulder gently shakes, do not know whether it is because of cold or emotional fluctuations. Under the sleeves, Leng Wanyan clenched her fist. She was struggling with her pride and her emotions.Why wait for him to catch up and say "I'm sorry"? Perhaps, what she is waiting for is not an apology at all. What she is waiting for is a hug from the man behind her. Maybe a warm word is enough.

The men and women in love, who is right and who is wrong is really so important? As long as one person is willing to take this step.

He took the first step, and why should she wait for him to take the second step? Is it necessary to wait until the end of time, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten?

When she lifted her eyes, they were relieved.

Pursed lips, she suddenly turned around, who knows that the man's kind of beautiful face has arrived in front of her eyes. He didn't know when he was standing behind him. Under the street lamp, the man's tall and straight body covered her soft and delicate voice and shadow, airtight, and protected her in her own sphere of influence.

Cold Wanyan's heart trembled, surprise and 3 sad lift eyes, crystal brown eyes in a layer of water mist diffuse, delicate and moving, let his heart born infinite pity. Cold Wanyan's tearful eyes made shangguanzixuan heartache, as if he had been pinched by a big hand. His sword eyebrows were frowning, and his eyes were deep like the sea, and he indulged gently.

He didn't speak. He opened his arms and held her in his warm, safe and strong arms. He was too afraid to lose her.