The man lowered his half-closed black eyes and stared deeply at the childish face that had regained a hint of color right in front of him.
Pure, fragile, and vulnerable, it describes a situation that is so bad that it seems as if the beauty will disappear in the next second.
It makes people feel annoyed.
He closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, rubbed his thin lips against her already wet and soft lips, sucked them open, and kissed her deeper.
His long and powerful arms were clenched tighter, and the clearly bulging veins and blood vessels on them showed his restlessness.
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"Rock, rock, rock to Grandma's Bridge."
"Mom, will you miss your mom?"
"Yes."
"What should we do then?"
"When you miss your mother, just look up at the moonlight in the sky. Mom is on the moon."
"But it's dark and I can't see clearly."
"How about we have carrots for dinner? If we eat more, we'll be able to see."
"No, the carrots are smelly."
…
So warm.
"Mother……"
The girl's breathing gradually became steady. She fumbled and stretched out her arms, hugging herself forward, burying herself deeper into the warm and broad embrace.
She rubbed his cheek affectionately, and the corners of his lips, which were originally pouting from crying, curled up.
He Jinshan lowered his eyes and stared without blinking.
The emotions in his black eyes were as dark as the sea.
The rustling sound of dead leaves and twigs being crushed was particularly obvious in the dark night.
The body was swaying steadily and gently, as if it was being carried forward.
It's just like when I went to the horse farm to ride a pony.
The thin eyelids and the tips of the ears moved slightly.
Jiang Henian was half asleep and half awake, wondering when he had gone horseback riding with his parents again.
No, my mother is gone, and Jiang Wenbin also died abroad. She is now in 1974...
But why does it feel like someone is holding her?
etc……
The deep tiredness was swept away.
Jiang Henian suddenly opened her eyes. Everything was still pitch black, but she could clearly see someone holding her! !
There's some moving ghost thing sitting under me!
Her blood froze, and she withdrew her hand in horror, trying to struggle away.
"Who are you! Let me go!"
The next moment, the large hand that was loosely wrapped around her waist suddenly tightened, forcing her to press back against it. Her palm felt the hard, undulating muscles through the rough fabric.
"Don't move."
The deep and magnetic male voice carries a familiar lazy and unrestrained tone.
"Little kid, do you hug anyone you catch to find your mother?"
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