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She felt weak and weak, as if she had no strength left. On the flat road outside the house, there were a few street lamps, but she forced herself to walk a few more steps, to a street lamp, and then she stood under it for a while to rest. When she looked back, Song Jiaming did not catch up to her, she secretly felt relieved.

When they thought about calling Aunt Qin to bring the shoes over, they felt like making a big fuss out of nothing. The lights in the villa were not on yet, so they had all gone to sleep already.

When her face was pressed against the cold and smooth pillar, she felt much better. When she closed her eyes, she felt a few inexplicable feelings of desolation surge up from the bottom of her heart. Her home was so close to her, yet she didn't even have the chance to go back.

He didn't want to argue, didn't want to reconcile, didn't want to reconcile and argued again. He didn't want to be like this. His whole heart revolved around a single person and he lost his entire self.

She didn't know how long she sat there waiting, but when she opened her eyes in a trance, all she saw was a tall figure standing not too far away from her.

Shocked, she jumped off the platform and stood on the ground. It was unknown if it was because she used too much strength, or if she was too drunk to stand still, so she focused on her right foot. In that instant, a heart-wrenching pain came from the bottom of her foot, and she couldn't help but grin, letting out a nearly inaudible groan …

Shen Zonghao didn't say anything, and didn't have any additional expression on his face either. He only walked towards her steadily, step by step.

She blankly watched his broad and broad back spread out in front of her eyes. The ash-gray shirt was personally washed by her, and was ironed flat. Under the orange light, it gave off an attractive luster.

"Come up."

He was still squatting there, calmly saying two words, neither happy nor angry, but his happy face was a little perturbed. She hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she still crouched down and laid on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He stood up effortlessly and wrapped his hands behind her back to support her legs. Step by step, he walked towards their home.

Suddenly, she wanted to cry, so she cried too. She hugged his neck, and used all her strength to shed tears, as if all the grievances they had accumulated in one go were all gone.

His breathing gradually became ragged, and when at last she began to cry louder, his footsteps also became disorderly, and he had to stop. He stood in the garden with her on his back. The night wind brought the scent of roses and the smell of fresh earth. The day workers had just mowed the lawn.

"What are you crying for?"

He opened his mouth but he still held her tightly. She was as light as a child on his back and his anger was slowly dissipating with her cries.

"Go out and drink with your first love, you must be really capable!" His smile, jealousy, and sour jealousy instantly surged up again.

Huaiyan just ignored him, just crying even harder. Her frail body just started to tremble on his back.

After a long time, he let out a heavy sigh. With a trace of lament in his voice, he said, "Forget it, let's go back."

He continued to walk with her on his back, his shirt wet and sticky from her tears, uncomfortable against his skin, but he didn't say anything, let her sob and sob, didn't turn on the light, he carried her through the living room, up the stairs, and opened the bedroom door.

The moonlight, like clear mercury, slanted into the room and spread out on their big bed, on the soft carpet, on the flower pots on the balcony, on the two of them.

He kicked the bedroom door shut and walked over to the bed. He threw her onto the soft bed and pressed her down.

She cried until her face was covered in tears, but he still fiercely kissed her. "What did you say? What did he do? Is there going to be a kiss of farewell? "

He tore at her collar, and the hot kiss was like a hot iron as it went down. He pushed and bit her, and when she thought of the kiss marks, she felt as if she had gone mad …

"You don't need to care. You're not even me. What right do you have to care about me?"

She drank like an unreasonable child.

"Hiss …"

Shen Zonghao cried out in pain as he bit her neck. In an instant, he half raised his body from her body and squinted his eyes to size her up. He felt an indescribable happiness when he saw that she was biting him like a little beast.

"I don't mind. Your scars have covered my entire body …" He simply leaned on her body and let her do whatever she wanted.

"Bah!" She was so angry that her face turned red, and she spat fiercely at him, "Who cares about kissing you? Kiss me?! You're making my mouth dirty!"

"Is that so?" He simply lowered his lips and fiercely kissed her. "Xu Huanyan, you have to eat me dry today, if you want to find another man, you won't even have a chance!"

His extremely handsome movements caused his shirt to be thrown off, revealing his firm muscles and strong waist under the moonlight. His joyful expression that was originally pouncing on her with all his might suddenly froze …