Molian stood quietly behind her, listening to her almost bleak voice, and her heart was tightly clenched, as if at this moment, her little hand was tightly holding his heart, grasping his whole heart, and all followed with severe pain.

"Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror. I will feel very strange and at a loss. "

"I don't want to be the one I don't mean to be!"

"But A lot of times, I can't control my emotions at all. I just want to indulge this time, this time! I don't want to be a man! I want to be a devil. "

"I just looked at my hand, white and pure without any flaw. But I know it's not clean at all... "

"It's so dirty that I can't go back."

"I......" When the tree turned around, it saw the figure of ink lotus flash and fall in front of her.

As soon as he reached out, he held her tightly in his arms.

Smelling his breath, the tree quietly leaned on his arms. For a while, he felt that his eyes were astringent and he wanted to cry for a while.

In the warm arms of this man, wanton coquetry roll!

She knew that no matter how much he did, he would always stand on his side and support himself unconditionally.

However, she didn't want him to bear the crime that belonged to her.

So

Joe Joe will love, will be sad, will be tired of their own contempt!

Mo Lian's hand gently stroked her back head, held her body tightly in her arms, looked down at her, and whispered, "I only say this once for today. You must keep it firmly in your heart and engrave it in your soul. You can't forget it for thousands of years! "

His long fingers gently brushed the black silk on her temples, and his eyes were full of tender and deep gaze.

"I don't care whether you are a man or a devil."

"Nine days! Next nine you! Sky Lingyun, blue and yellow spring, I follow you! You and I will never be separated! "

The tree stared at him, inexplicably, tears could not stop, falling down from his big eyes.

She cried

Mo Lian's heart was tightly twisted.

If fan Gu and fan Qiuhe are not dead, he would like to make a decision on them several times

"Hear me, my Joe." Mo Lian raised her hand to wipe her tears. She pretended to smile at her calmly, but in fact, her heart was twisted into a mess, which could not be relieved.

He stretched out his arms and encircled her in a wide embrace. "Joe, you have me. Don't think too much! Let go! Do what you think is right, no matter how it ends, I will help you with everything. "

"To be willful is to be willful."

"Do whatever you want."

"My Joe Joe, deserves all the best treatment." He reached out and took her little hand, wrapped her hand in his own, and whispered, "how can such a clean hand get dirty?"

"Not dirty at all."

"My Joe is the best in the world." He lifted her up and gently covered her lips. "Do you think so?"

The heart of the tree, close to the ground, felt only a small heart beating, as if it was going to jump out of the heart.

The tree pursed her mouth and nodded her head, "nine days! Next nine you! "

"The sky is clear and the clouds are clear. I will follow you!"