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Zhou Jing'an came out of the ear room carrying Jiang Ling horizontally, placed her carefully on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and lay down on the bed himself, gently hugging her.
Jiang Ling closed her eyes slightly, with red at the corners of her eyes, and her nose and lips were also red.
It looks like a dazzling peony in full bloom, or like rouge spread by spring water.
Zhou Jing'an's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but lean over and kiss her again.
Jiang Ling pushed him with her little hand and muttered, "No... not coming anymore."
This guy's physical strength is simply outrageous.
She opened her eyes and glared at him with a frown.
Zhou Jing'an grabbed her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it gently. The tenderness between his eyebrows seemed even darker than the night.
He smiled faintly and pulled the quilt up closer to her. It was unclear whether he was talking to her or himself, and he said softly: "Well, I have to go pay my respects to my parents tomorrow."
After getting his promise, Jiang Ling closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.
The moon was at its zenith, and the remaining snow on the branches was as white as jade in the moonlight, making the big red lanterns on the side shine as brightly as the sun.
Zhou Jing'an hugged Jiang Ling, listening to her steady breathing, not daring to move.
The red candle would burn all night long. He chuckled slowly, which gave him an advantage as he could keep looking at Ling'er's sleeping face.
He sketched Jiang Ling's face over and over again, and every time he sketched it, the joy and satisfaction in his heart spread a little more.
"I think all the words in the world cannot express my joy. I don't know if Ling'er is as nervous and happy as I am, but I have never felt this way before. God gave me jewelry, and I don't know how to love it, but I can't let it go."
Zhou Jing'an thought to himself, this letter was written by him, and it was about Jiang Ling, how could he not remember it?
He can recite every word in it.
I was just afraid that I would lose my composure in front of her because of nervousness, so I took the letter paper to cover it up.
Even so, he stuttered several times.
But Jiang Ling was so focused on looking at him that she didn't notice.
Zhou Jing'an gently kissed her on the forehead.
"This letter is a shallow one, but I wish to use my life to prove to you that I am like the stars, surrounding you and shining every night, wishing only to protect you from dust and obstacles, and the bright moonlight."
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