Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Han Yichu's throat choked, he hugged Huang Qingwu very hard, "Well, we don't separate, how can we not separate, you just drive me away, I won't go either."

Huang Qingwu leaned on Han Yichu's arms drunkenly and hugged his neck very hard. "I won't chase you, you have to treat me well."

"Well, good to you, only good to you, there will be no others, only you."

Han Yichu's voices are hoarse. Every time he thinks of the past that he makes the dance sad, he would like to pierce his heart with a knife.

At this time, Huang Qingwu was willing to be close to him. He wished he could take all his heart out to her. Naturally, he used all his power to treat her well.

Huang Qingwu listened to Han Yichu's answer, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. It was nice that she found him again.

After holding for a while, Han Yichu's arms were stiff, and he was still reluctant to let go.

At this moment, he felt his heart was full and no longer empty.

But he also knew clearly that all this was just because Huang Qingwu's sad memories were forgotten.

He was really scared that she remembered one day and left him again.

But even if he was uneasy in his heart, he could not let go of her.

After a long while, Huang Qingwu said, "At the beginning, I forgot about you. Are you uncomfortable? I now think about it. When you came to me for the first time, my appearance would definitely hurt you. It’s because I’m bad. I will love you and treat you well in the future."

Han Yichu rolled his throat, "Fool, you just need to be by my side, really, just by my side."

Han Yichu really felt like crying at this time.

His eyes were wet, perhaps because he was too surprised and excited.

Huang Qingwu raised her head and looked at Han Yichu's red eyes, feeling distressed. She held Han Yichu's neck down and pulled him down, putting her lips together.

The long-lost fragrance suddenly shocked all of Han Yichu's intellects, leaving him shocked.

He couldn't believe it, she was kissing herself.

This long-lost feeling made him nervous to move.

Huang Qingwu watched that Han Yichu didn't respond, anxiously stirring his breath.

Huang Qingwu didn't respond to him, he hummed, "You don't love me anymore..."

Han Yichu suddenly recovered, and no longer gave Huang Qingwu the time to think, he held her and kissed her very hard, kissing deeply and kissing the deepest.

He almost took away all the breath of Huang Qingwu.

Han Yichu's heart was shaking, how could he not love her, how much he loved her, only he knew it, he knew it.

Every time he had to endure and restrain himself, in order not to approach her.

But at this time, he really didn't want to restrain himself. I don't know when, Han Yichu's hands were all on the back of Huang Qingwu's hands...

Han Yichu's power is really like a person who has endured for a long time, and his emotions will be poured out like a flood.

He wished he could rub her into the body, rubbing into the body fiercely, to become his rib.

He now believes in the legend of ribs, his dance is his ribs.

When she is in her arms, she won't hurt, if not, she will hurt day and night.

"Yuchu..."

"Dancing, I... I can't control myself anymore..."

He wanted, wanted to love her, too much.

Perhaps the only way to prove that deep love is to be carved into her heart.

He now felt that he was stupid before that time, when she was his wife, he could not be indifferent.

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