You Are My Rare Passion

Ling Yue leaned forward, their bodies almost touching each other. Gu Yiman, who was close to the two of them, could smell the familiar cold fragrance on Ling Yue's body and hear his breathing.

Gu Yiman's cheeks were hot, his heartbeat was beating faster, and his body couldn't help but lean back.

"Don't move!" Ling Yue put on the necklace and put his right hand around her waist, "Be careful of falling."

Tonight, Gu Yiman wore a silk-feeling knee-length skirt. The texture of the skirt was very soft and thin. Ling Yue's right palm supported her lower back. The temperature in his palm seemed to penetrate through the clothes and burn into her skin. on the skin.

She unconsciously stretched out her hands and put them on Ling Yue's chest: "Brother Yue..."

This feeling is too close and ambiguous, not like a brother and sister at all...

"Manman..." Ling Yue's right palm was still holding Gu Yiman's lower back. He lowered his head and stared at her. His focused eyes carefully and slowly traced her eyebrows. He raised his left hand and gently moved the scattered The hair on her cheek was tucked behind her ears, and her voice was magnetic and gentle, "Our little princess has grown up..."

I grew up unconsciously.

She was no longer the sister in his mind... or even his daughter, but the girl to whom his heart belonged.

Let him care and be moved.

"Brother Yue..." Gu Yi blushed and felt overwhelmed.

Too intimate, too ambiguous.

She and Ling Yue grew up together, and they had closer contact when they were young than they do now, but... it never felt like this.

"Manman..." Ling Yue stared at her, "Are you very happy today?"

"Yeah!" Gu Yiman nodded repeatedly, pushed him away, and took a few steps back, "I'm super happy today!"

She took a few steps back, and Ling Yue's hand holding her lower back fell away.

The palms of his hands were empty, and Ling Yue felt empty in his heart.

He looked more intently at the girl in front of him.

She is still young and still young, but the moonlight shines on her eyebrows, adding a bit of charm to her pure and refined beauty, which makes people feel soft and heart-warming.

He has met countless people, but he has never seen a girl who is cleaner and more beautiful than her.

Everything about her, even her hair, was shaped by his heart. No matter from which angle she looked, she was his most beloved and favorite girl.

In the past, he must have been out of his mind to think that he didn't like her.

He was so stupid before!

How could he be willing to hand her over to someone else when she was so good, so innocent, and had no power to protect herself in his heart?

Thinking that he had pushed her away with his own hands in the past, he was filled with disbelief.

At this moment, as long as he thinks about the future that does not belong to him, but holds hands, hugs, and kisses another man, and says "I do" to that man, he has the urge to go crazy.

It’s all his!

She was the girl he had grown up watching, his treasure, his only, and his irreplaceable one.

How could he endure other men touching her, hugging her, and kissing her?

The self who pushed her away with his own hands and thought he could watch her marry another man was really mentally ill!

Now, he finally understood what he meant, but it seemed a little late.

His girl seems to be avoiding him, not approaching him as actively or as hard as she used to.

He's a little anxious, but he won't give up.

In the past, she was the one who worked hard to get close to him and work hard to be with him.

From now on, he will work hard to get closer to her and work hard to be with her!