Drifting Towards You

Si Mocheng's eyes darkened a bit, staring at her for a long while, slowly lowering his eyes, calming down a bit.

What does he care about with such a little thing like her?

But I have to say that after two years of not seeing each other, she is good at irritating.

Without a word, Si Mocheng took the necklace in her hand, re-circled the ring, and then bowed his head around her neck.

Li Xiaoxiao's eyes were sore, and there was no sound.

"Unless I'm dead, I'm not allowed to pick it up." He said in a deep voice.

Li Xiaoxiao paused when he pulled the necklace, and he didn't pick it up for a while, and it didn't happen if he didn't pick it.

She sat on his lap, lowered her head and did not speak, Dou Da's tears rolled in her eyes and she did not speak.

Si Mocheng lowered his eyes lightly and took her into his arms: "Don't cry."

Li Xiaoxiao didn't push him away this time, and leaned against his chest. For two years, day and night, the grievances suppressed in her heart seemed to be vented, teardrops crackling and falling down, inexplicably sad.

She was rare and well-behaved, leaning against him softly and motionless.

He comforted her lightly, and kissed her forehead lightly: "Good luck."

"Then am I a little princess?" She choked and asked, with red eyes.

"Yes, always." He coaxed her in a low voice, and she gradually stopped.

Li Xiaoxiao cried enough, leaning in his arms blankly, just feeling lost.

What is she going to do?

She shouldn't have returned to Haicheng in the first place.

Now that I reunited with him, she couldn't drive away, not to mention that she was not willing.

Si Mocheng wiped her face, warmly said: "Go take a bath, what will your face look like?"

Only then did Li Xiaoxiao remember that she had put on some makeup before going to the banquet today, so she didn't know what virtue it became.

She didn't speak, and slowly got up from him and went to the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower, Si Mocheng was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

After hearing her movement, he looked up.

The girl was wearing a light blue nightdress, revealing a piece of pinkish-white calf. The whole person was pink and tender and looked fresh and delicious. Her eyes were wet, which made his heart soft inexplicably.

There was only a small burn on one calf, which he knew was when he was in L country not long ago.

Wearing slippers, Li Xiaoxiao walked to the front of the coffee table, wiping his hair with one hand, and said to him, "Why haven't you left yet."

Si Mocheng didn't speak, but looked at her quietly.

Li Xiaoxiao walked up to him and sat down, and said softly, "Stop making trouble, you go back quickly. We really can't be together."

"Reason." Simocheng asked her slowly.

Li Xiaoxiao avoided his gaze and whispered, "I didn't know my life experience before, so nothing happened. But now that I know it, I can't assume it doesn't exist. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Look at me and say!" Si Mocheng said in a deep voice, his voice a little sharper.

Li Xiaoxiao slowly raised her head to look at him, and slowly said, "I can't be with you."

"Do you hate me?" He broke her small face and asked her to look his gaze directly.

Li Xiaoxiao's lips trembled lightly, and she opened her mouth slowly and said, "There is nothing to hate or not, it's just an objective fact..."

Li Xiaoxiao broke away from his hand, turned around, facing him sideways, with a sore nose.

In fact, she didn't care about the **** facts at all.

But between the only relative and lover, how should she choose?