"Am I not coming back?" Zhao Wujiang lifted up Gu Nanyuan's round buttocks and asked the girl to sit on his lap.
He gently wiped Gu Nanyuan's tears:
"If you don't come to Daolian Secret Realm, I will go to Butian Pavilion to see you in the future."
Gu Nanyuan sobbed again, tears rolling down her face, pear blossoms with rain, pure and charming.
"Okay." Zhao Wujiang wiped it gently again and joked:
"Did the mole on the corner of your eye come from crying?"
Gu Nanyuan snorted coquettishly and rubbed her face against Zhao Wujiang's body, wiping away all her tears.
She hugged Zhao Wujiang quietly:
"Senior Sister Lu came to see me just now. She didn't say it clearly, but I could tell."
Zhao Wujiang's eyes rolled around.
"Senior Sister Lu is a very nice person, but she is a bit fierce. Don't dislike her." Gu Nanyuan's voice was soft and waxy.
Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly.
"You can't dislike me either." Gu Nanyuan raised her beautiful eyebrows, raised her head, and looked at Zhao Wujiang fiercely:
"Understand?"
He was clearly attacking Zhao Wujiang, but it wasn't like a dragon roaring at all. It was more like a kitten roaring, fierce yet cute. Even the question "Do you understand?" didn't sound confident because of the softness of his voice.
"Understood." Zhao Wujiang nodded seriously and followed Gu Nanyuan's words.
It was obvious that Gu Nanyuan was acting coquettishly, eager to be recognized and coaxed by her lover after a long separation.
Still a girl at heart.
Willful and hot-tempered, carefree and often inexplicably worried.
For example, the disgust coming out of his mouth now is that Gu Nanyuan is worried about whether Zhao Wujiang will be too busy and neglect her.
Therefore, Zhao Wujiang had no doubts, did not say too many words, and just followed Gu Nanyuan's words.
He gently hugged Gu Nanyuan and said softly:
"You are my most special Nan Yuan."
Gu Nanyuan smiled sweetly, her eyes as gentle as water, and she hugged Zhao Wujiang tighter.
The most special Nan Yuan, the most special Jinger, the most special Linlang, the most special...
Each one is special.
But what Zhao Wujiang said was true.
Love knows no bounds, and everything he says is true and sincere, without falsehood or perfunctoryness.
He suddenly asked a soul torture in his heart:
"I, Zhao Wujiang, am not a scumbag, right?"
He is not.
He just leaves his women hurt, especially the women he's experienced his world falling apart with.
Xuanyuan Jing, who was naturally and deeply in love with each other day and night, explained in simple terms how she was infatuated with her desires and made love. Linlang, who was devoted to Yao Danzhi, had traveled extensively with him, and treated him as gentle as water and would never leave him. She was sincere and sincere. Gu Nanyuan is willing to give everything to him...
Love fraternity but not excessively, true love never false love.
"You are my forever Wujiang..." Gu Nanyuan imitated Zhao Wujiang's words, her eyes were like water, and the autumn water was rippling.
She felt that at this moment, she belonged to Zhao Wujiang, and Zhao Wujiang also belonged to her.
The burning love in her heart made her heart tremble, and she held Zhao Wujiang tighter and tighter, just like before, before the world collapsed, every day she saw Zhao Wujiang, she couldn't bear to leave Zhao Wujiang again. go.
Zhao Wujiang was really hurt by Gu Nanyuan's stranglehold, but he did not frown at all, nor did he let his body make any resistance. He allowed Gu Nanyuan to strangle him tighter and tighter.
He knew very early on that from the time he met Gu Nanyuan, there were only his grandfather and him in Gu Nanyuan's world, the two most important men in the world.
A man who raised her until she grew old handed her over to another man as an orphan.
The moment the world collapsed.
The two most important people to Gu Nanyuan were both dead.
Zhao Wujiang could imagine how Gu Nanyuan, who had always been weak-tempered, shed tears.
So now that we meet again, her affection is hot and boundless.
The night is quietly dark.
The two hugged each other quietly, as if a sword and its scabbard fit together tightly.
It has nothing to do with romance, only true love is shaking.
At some point, Gu Nanyuan fell into a deep sleep in Zhao Wujiang's arms, with a slight smile on her pretty face.
