Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

Although, she still didn't want to be with Leng Kuang again, this was a plan she had made.

But he couldn't resist, that kind of inexplicable desire in my heart.

Just like a drug addict, yearning for drugs.

She hates herself like this.

Slowly closing her eyes, Chu Qing bit her lip, and a drop of crystal tears slowly fell from the corner of her eyes.

Looking at the setting sun in the evening, my heart is calm and desolate!

In a few days, Chu Qing had almost recovered.

During this time, she has always been cold and crazy taking care of her, doing it herself.

Chu Qing never dared to imagine that Leng Kuang would one day treat her like this, so gentle and delicate.

If it were before, she would be moved to tears.

But after being injured again and again, her heart has been numb.

Even if there is throbbing and joy, it seems that the feeling is not very deep.

Even sometimes, she still feels very uncomfortable.

But what Leng Kuang did is extremely natural.

Chu Qing knew that the current cynicism might be because of her love or love.

But what can they do? They missed the best time and opportunity for heart palpitations and passion.

After lunch every day, Leng Kuang would take Chu Qing for a walk outside.

Country Z is like spring all year round, and the daylight in the afternoon is particularly warm.

They came to the beach, facing the sea breeze, blue sky and blue sea, and seabirds flying up and down in the distance.

At this time, Leng Kuang can feel his own mood, which is unprecedentedly reliable, calm and happy.

And Chu Qing, at this moment, her heart was peaceful.

During these quiet years, the two of them did not ask about world affairs, isolated from the noise, hiding in this villa by the sea.

They don't question the past or crusade against the past, they just guard their eyes.

Quiet and beautiful.

At night, not long after dark, Leng Kuang would let Chu Qing rest, saying that her body was in the recovery period and she had to go to bed and get up early.

Every day, they are like lovers who have been in love for many years.

Seeing that the feelings are very dull, I lie on a bed every day, neither kissing nor ****.

But it is very close.

Leng Kuang would use his arms as a prison every day, trapping her in his arms, holding her lightly until dawn.

On this day, Chu Qing said to Leng madly: "I am injured, and I am almost fine. Thank you for your care during this period, but can you book a ticket for me? I think I should go back."

These sudden words caused Leng Kuang to stagnate slightly.

He looked at her, without making a sound for a while, suddenly buried his head on Chu Qing's lap.

Chu Qing can’t say what her mood is, her hatred for him is vague, and her love for him is clear. Similarly, the mood of wanting to be with him is vague, but the mood of not wanting to be with him is clear. .

However, whether she wants to be with him again or not.

It is inevitable to return to China.

She silently looked at Leng Kuang's head, and after a long time she reached out her hand and gently touched the end of his hair, "I must go back, you know, I went abroad with a mission."

Leng Kuang still didn't say anything. He stretched out Chu Qing's hand and buried it under his face.

Chu Qing waited quietly, but didn't get a response for a while.

She frowned, thought for a while and said: "I must go back to my life, this is a rule."

Leng Kuang still made no sound.

"Are you planning to never talk to me again?" Chu Qing asked again, her tone a little unhappy.