Xie Xun tried it.

He was so dizzy by the surprise that he felt like he had secretly drank strong alcohol when he was a child and was drunk. All of this happened without warning and even had an unreal and illusive feeling.

This time.

He is not the one who was thrown away.

"Meng Tang'an." In the staggered and subtle distance, fine snowflakes were flying outside the window. Xie Xun looked at her, their eyes met, and he paused for a moment for every word. The name he murmured countless times, love and hate intertwined, until

Die forever.

From the moment when their heart beat faster when they held hands, to the insomnia all night long, when he read her name, all of this must be repeated in his heart.

He Aizhong said: "March 16th is the time to get married."

Her tone rose: "I guess it would be nice to have a glass of wine."

Xie Xun pressed her against the window and kissed her deeply, their breaths mingling and their lips and teeth moving.

The hem of the white skirt hangs in a beautiful arc, like the wings of a butterfly.

He said something in her ear, his voice was hot, and his feelings were deep and meaningful.

Meng Tangan's breathing was messy, and his eyes were sullen, and he couldn't hear him clearly. He looked at his eyes from a close distance, which were as bright as clusters of Xiangshui, reflecting the snowy light of Chu Ji: "Huh?"
Chapter completed!