Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Seeing her like this, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

That feeling came so wonderful and so fast.

Stretching out her finger, she gently shaved her soft face, her voice was dumb, "Want to wash it?"

She caught his hand all at once, and touched a special touch.

Even if it is a husband and wife, her face still has a thin red color at this time.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his voice trembled, "Your hands have not been washed."

He paused, but he didn't think that this layer was only Meng Lang, and now he wanted to touch her face and touched...Where can I care so much, and she has never been so particular about it before—

They have done things a hundred times dirtier, shared them together, and some.

Suddenly thinking of the past, he suddenly had a thought.

He wants to please her...

The body became hot in vain, and she felt it too, gritting her teeth, "Don't mess around."

She pushed her hand against his shoulder, and he instinctively stepped aside, but what he didn't expect was that she immediately ripped off the cloth on his face.

Even though the light was dim, he, his face, and even his body could all be seen.

Including the scars on his half of his body, it fell in her eyes so shockingly.

He breathed with heartache because he saw her pupils shrink.

She cares, in that ten-thousandth of a second, apart from heartache, she still has fear.

Yes, who is not afraid of seeing this body? Even if they once loved each other so much, even if she was willing to die for him...

The black eyes squinted, and there was an aura of shock all over his body.

But Ye Liangqiu was stunned for a long time, and slowly stretched out his hand, as if in a dream. He stretched out his hand to caress his injury, and his voice was trembling, "Does it still hurt?"

His body shook, and she was sitting while she knelt beside him, but she did not dare to take off his mask.

That was his last trace of self-esteem.

However, that half of the face had already betrayed the fact that it was Qin Anlan.

She was kneeling, her body still in a mess, but she didn't care.

In her eyes, there was only him in her heart, only his injury.

The voice also contained crying, calling him An Lan.

His body vibrated, his eyes squinted at her...

The white and slender fingers touched his wound lightly, and didn't dare to use any force, for fear of breaking him.

Tears have never been broken...

If she behaves tougher or worse, he can push her away and tell her coldly that he doesn't care about her anymore.

But she was crying, and she was so soft, she was bullied once with his fingers.

No matter what, even if it was acting, he couldn't get angry with her, he could only look at her like this, and watch her cry.

A powerful hand suddenly held her, her voice hoarse: "Ye Liangqiu, if you are smart, you should leave immediately."

She raised her head and looked at his face.

Familiar but strange.

Even though one half of his face is intact, the look in his eyes is different, and there is also that face, which has sharp lines like a knife to the extreme...

With a finger, gently moved to his heart, pressed his tearful face, rubbed it, and asked softly, "Are you here as hard as yours?"

Qin Anlan suddenly became speechless, she could really speak.

However, she also stepped on his landmine...