Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

His expression is a bit stuck...

She knew that he had retreated, her lips tightened, "You said you want me to accompany you."

His fingers gently stroked her red lips, and smiled lightly: "You will be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." She hugged his thin waist, buried her face, and muttered, "An Lan, I'm not afraid!"

She even pulled him to her side, like a child, hugging him, "Look, I'm not afraid."

"Don't you be afraid when you turn off the lights?" His voice was rough and damaged, not as elegant and nice as before.

She shook her head desperately, "I'm not afraid, really."

She kissed half of his body, "Imperfect, but real."

He doesn't even know how much she loves this warmth.

When she went to the morgue, the cold breath of death made her scared.

There is also a cemetery... She has not been to a few times.

Perhaps, from the heart, she did not want to accept the fact that he died.

Fortunately, he is back.

Her An Lan is back.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at him moved.

An Lan, I said I want to feel your existence, not just talking.

I am real, want to hug you, want to be sure, you are alive, not a cold body.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid this is a dream, I'm afraid that I will wake up after a dream.

If you hug me, hug me no longer.

Probably because her eyes were too longing, he slowly leaned on the head of the bed and gently hugged her.

He still wore a dense silk nightgown, trying not to let his body have a trace of fruit dew, he even wanted to wear a mask.

She stopped.

She doesn't want him to do this.

Holding his ten fingers tightly with both hands, she leaned in his arms and kissed him like a little milk beast.

Her little teeth bit the strap of his pajamas.

He was shocked, "Liang Qiu!"

What does she want to do?

He clutched his pajamas, like a forced girl.

She laughed, her voice very squeamish, "An Lan, I want to hold you."

He understood what she meant and closed his eyes slightly, "Is this not enough? Liang Qiu, give me time."

His voice is so fragile...

For a long time, without receiving her response, she slowly opened her eyes, thinking she was angry.

Opening her eyes, she saw her squeaky smile, her chin resting on his heart, fingers playing with his chin, "An Lan, when have you been like this?"

His expression froze, and he patted her: "Okay, go to bed, rest assured."

She uttered an oh, her voice dragged a little longer, and she turned off the light when she peeked.

His voice was light and fluttering, "Liang Qiu, are you sure?"

With a hum, she put her face in his arms, "I'm not afraid, you are An Lan, how can I be afraid?"

Qin Anlan didn't know how to respond for a while, as if he should be moved.

But she just couldn't get moved, she was windy for a while, rain for a while, it was not the cold and cold autumn before.

It seems to be a lot of skin...

It was not in his heart that he hugged her and sank into the long dark night.

In the middle of the night, Ye Liangqiu didn't fall asleep.

Lifted his eyes in his arms... the moonlight was like water, venting a whole bedroom, very beautiful.

But this does not include her An Lan.

His face is mutilated.

She cares!

Matters a lot!

Because he became like this, all because of his life, to change her life.

She was in good condition, and An Lan exchanged everything for her.