Chapter 968：

At the bottom of her heart, she is also very helpless, but she does not want to cause a crisis of trust between them because of an unimportant person.

especially……

Seeing him standing here blowing the cold wind and drinking wine, she seemed to be more uncomfortable than him, and she felt relieved.

I feel so wrong.

And Shen Lin was burying his head in her neck at this time, and his body was slightly startled when she heard the words, and then the corners of her lips were slightly pulled away where she could not reach.

Just now he looked like a depraved and injured great wolfdog, but now it looks like a successful fox, treacherous and cunning.

At this time, her little hand fell on his shoulder, gently stroking: "It's okay not to be angry, I promised you, don't be sad."

When the voice fell, the two gradually moved apart. She looked at him apologetic and distressed.

Shen Lin changed back to his previous injured appearance without a trace. He pressed his lips lightly, nodded, his eyes were flushed, and his voice was dull:

"Forgive me for not being angry with you, because I care about you so much, I can't live without you..."

Although he was practicing, these words were true, but he expressed it in a different form.

When Li Zaijun heard him say these words, his heart felt a mess, and he blamed himself even more.

It turns out that in his mind, he is really that important.

She raised her hand, stroking his cheek, looking at his dry and flushed eyes, and finally she stood on tiptoe and hooked his neck directly, pressing her fragrant lips against it.

And Shen Lin waited for this moment for too long, and directly bowed his head and bit her small mouth lightly.

The big hand also wrapped her slender waist.

Both of them were sulking before, but at this time, as the misunderstanding was resolved, and with each other's concessions and compromises, these contradictions gradually melted into this hot kiss.

Although not very gentle.

Instead, it became more intense as the lips pressed together, and breathing became disordered and rapid.

Especially him.

After drinking a small half bottle of wine, there was a fragrant smell between his lips and teeth, and the alcohol seemed to have played a role. It made him feel like he was on his head, and there was a warmth on his back, and he simply hugged her directly. , Supporting her hips with both hands.

Her two slender, white legs hung around his waist, and one of the pink bunny slippers was hanging on his toes, dangling.

Sure enough, there is an old saying that is brilliant.

The head of the bed fights with the foot of the bed.

"Um...wait, wait a minute to go back to the room..."

The bathrobe she was wearing hung loosely over her shoulders.

The man bit her neck in one bite, and his voice was dull: "Can't wait..."

...

The winter solstice outside has long passed, and the temperature in Beijing at night has fallen below 0 degrees. The cold wind passing by the river water of the moat seems to condense into ice crystals inch by inch at that moment.

Very thin, but carved with ice flowers.

The camera quickly zoomed in, and in a towering apartment complex, the indoor temperature became extremely hot.

The moon in the shameful night is covered by layers of clouds.

In the night, in the darkness, it seemed that countless emotions burst out with fierce movements, as if they were supposed to be one and the others could not be separated.

Only after the hearty dizziness, her chaotic mind seemed to capture a moment of sober consciousness.

Why, yes, since he cares so much about himself, why doesn't he mention marriage.

I haven't mentioned it.

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