Chapter 2195 Every time I say I love you
He lowered his eyelashes and stood still for a while while she talked. Suddenly he raised his head, lifted her chin and gave her a firm kiss with his tongue.
Chen Pianpian was kissed so hard that she couldn't breathe. Her position was changed from top to bottom, and she was pushed against the sofa until she was about to suffocate.
The man propped up the sofa to cover her, looked down into her eyes and said,
"I know that since I've chosen a profession that tolerates you, I have to learn to look down on these things and not take them to heart."
He stroked the hair on Shen Pianpian's cheek and said softly,
"But you know, it's hard."
Kissing her lips with his fingers, the man whispered to himself,
“It’s too difficult.”
Shen Pianpian looked at him silently, and the slightly angry expression on her face gradually disappeared. She blinked and looked at Cheng Zhiyuan. After a long silence, she suddenly took the initiative to reach out and hook her hands around the man's neck, slightly raised her upper body, and pressed her lips against his.
"I know it's hard."
She hugged the man's stiff body, rubbed his lips and whispered,
"So thank you for being willing to tolerate me and respect me."
"I know you love me."
She hooked her arm around the man's neck and said softly,
"I love you, too."
"I only love you, I love you the most."
Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes were red almost instantly, and he kissed Shen Pianpian again. This time, it was as gentle as the breeze on a summer night, carrying the scent of moonlight and grass, gradually enveloping the dream.
In the bedroom on the second floor, on the bedside table near Cheng Zhiyuan's side, the old book was turned over a few pages by the air-conditioning, and the light illuminated the last line of words.
[I once dreamed of you saying you loved me during the most difficult time. Because that dream was so beautiful and unreal, every time I hear it in person, I can't help but want to cry.]
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【In fact, fate has never given him any luck. 】
Twelve o'clock late at night.
Shen Pianpian was already fast asleep in the bedroom, unconscious.
In the study across the wall, a man was staring blankly under the lamp.
He stared at the pen in his hand and the paper underneath it, wrote a sentence and then forgot what to write next.
This was a task assigned to him by his aunt, asking him to record his mood regularly, especially when there were ups and downs.
Although he has read many books and watched many movies, he cannot be said to have artistic talent, let alone literary skills, so he writes very little, and most of what he writes are incoherent sentences.
The night outside the window is dark.
In the quiet study, only dust was floating under the light. The cold air occasionally turned the pages of the book next to it, making a rustling sound.
The man was stunned for a while, then suddenly started writing.
In fact, he never felt miserable.
He paused again and continued writing intermittently.
When I was little, I didn’t understand the term “the walking dead.” When I grew up, I thought I was one of them, and I thought I would stay like that until I died.
He never thought there would be a day when he would feel lucky.
[Every time someone says "I love you", he is so excited and grateful that he wants to cry]
Having written this, the man was suddenly stunned for a moment, then he twitched his lips, scribbled the line again, then frowned slightly, and quickly wrote the last sentence as if he could not avoid it.
I want to say "I love you" to her twice as much, and it would be best if it were engraved in her bones, until we die hand in hand, and until the next life, we can still find each other with these three words in our hearts.
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