Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"Zhao Jingting, Jiasheng was twenty-four years old. I was always awake on New Year's Eve that year." Xie Lun leaned in his arms and hugged his neck softly. "I was awake from beginning to end. Zhao Jingting, I I gave it to you voluntarily. That night. I was not drunk at all ... "

"Alan, don't say me, don't say anymore." Zhao Jingting couldn't listen anymore. How long he had long wanted to hear his love words from Xie Lun's stubborn mouth, but at this moment he was really distressed. Nope. He listened to Xie Lun and himself analyzing the long-term feelings of more than two decades. He actually felt like he was dissecting Xie Lun's heart. He felt so distressed that he couldn't attach it, and reached out and held Xie Lun's face. Kissing Shelen's wet eyes. "Allen. Stop talking, stop talking."

"No. I want to say, I have to say." Xie Lun shook his head stubbornly, his dark black eyes staring at Zhao Jingting unconsciously, choking. "Zhao Jingting, I have to let you know how much I love you, how much I can't live without you, Zhao Jingting, you must know."

"Allen, I know, I really know," How could Zhao Jingting not understand Xie Lun at this time? It is because of understanding that he feels even more distressed. He held Xie Lun's face, kissed his forehead, kissed his nose, and finally kissed his dry lips. "Allen, I love you, so I will definitely Treasure yourself. "

"The first twenty you, it is my regret to let you walk alone. Is it good for you to change me in the next twenty years?"

"Twenty years are too few," Xie Lun collapsed, and he hid his face in his face. "Zhao Jingting, I want thirty years! Forty years! I want you in this life! And in your next life!"

"Okay, everything for you, everything for you," Zhao Jingting hugged Xie Lun in his arms, and couldn't help kissing his sweaty forehead. After Xie Lun's mood was better, Zhao Jingting said softly, "Alan likes me Laugh, I like Aaron to laugh too, so Aaron smiles at me, okay? "

"No, I can't laugh," Xie Lun twitched, feeling much better than before, feeling like she was crying and making a noise like a girl, Xie Lun was very embarrassed, but at this time was held by Zhao Jingting , And I feel very comfortable, so I won't compete with myself. I am soft in Zhao Jingting's arms, and I'm awkward and coquettish with Zhao Jingting. I ’ve had noodles, and I want to drink Babao porridge. I have eaten beef and mutton for the past six months.

"Okay, when Qinghai General's Mansion is established, we can go back to Cullen. At that time, I will make everything for Alun himself." Zhao Jingting was very pleased.

"Even if you do it," Xie Lun glanced at Zhao Jingting with a look of disappointment and distrust. "You have the courage to cook, I have no courage to stay with you."

Zhao Jingting laughed abruptly: "Allen is too contemptuous. Co-authoring is so useless to Allen."

"It's not nothing," Xie Lun sucked his nose, twisted a bit awkwardly in Zhao Jingting's arms, and whispered, "You're pretty good at serving someone in bed."

Zhao Jingting's heart tightened, and a pair of big hands immediately hugged Xie Lun's waist: "Aren't the waists soft?"

"My dear, I'm young, but where is it soft?" Xie Lun looked at Zhao Jingting with a provocative look. "It's because the bones of your old man don't know if it will be a success ..."