MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 792 Do not return, such as scattered flowers (78)

  Chapter 792 The Return of the Unruly, and the Flowers Are Likely (78)

  He lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression.

   "I'll go make you some pastries."

   After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Guo Zhenfei stepped out of the room and closed the door as usual, but his fingers trembled violently. Leaving Wen Xien's sight, he could no longer control the emotion that was on the verge of collapse in his heart, and his body bowed tightly. Head pressed against the door.

   As if afraid that the people inside would hear the sound, he stumbled to the stove, then lowered his head deeply, his lips trembled, his hands clenched into fists, his shoulders trembled, and a faint sob sounded from his nose.

   The dark and steady man cried for the first time since he grew up.

   Just because of Wen Xien's words.

  Fate is determined by heaven...

   A good fate is determined by heaven!

   Is God really blind? Why did Wen Xien suffer so much pain, if he really could, how much he wanted to bear those pains instead of Wen Xien, instead of being unable to do anything like now.

   He is useless, he has no ability...

   Just when the man fell into strong self-denial and self-loathing, his clenched fingers were pulled, and he was stunned, his whole body tense.

   The faint cold fragrance on the tip of his nose quickly relaxed his tense muscles.

   And then at a loss.

   Snow-white fingers opened his clenched fingers one by one.

   She raised her eyes and said nothing, but those dark and moist eyes, like green lake water, washed away and became extraordinarily clear.

   Being watched by these eyes, Guo Zhenfei stiffened for a moment, then he raised his head.

   His eyes were covered with bright red bloodshots, and his eyes were flushed red.

   The rough palms gently touched Wen Xien's blue and purple lips, tears slid down the corners of his eyes like running water, and his face was full of sour tears.

   He cried silently, with a deep wail in his throat. He was so sad that he couldn't even cry, so he could only whimper in a low voice, but the tears kept flowing.

   cried like a child.

   Wen Xien showed a shallow smile, as if he was really laughing at Guo Zhenfei, he was crying even when he was so old.

   But in the end Wen Xien didn't say anything, but approached slowly, grabbed the clothes on the man's chest with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the handsome and upright face.

   Guo Zhenfei was stunned, his mind was blank, his eyes were dull, and he was even more stupid.

   Seeing this, Wen Xien kissed the other cheek again, and the soft lips touched it gently, like a petal caressing.

   Guo Zhenfei's expression froze, as if he forgot to even cry, he only knew that he was stunned, stupid, and only stared at one person.

   This time Wen Xien put his arms around the man's neck, and the man bent over subconsciously, making her more convenient.

   This soft kiss fell on the man's frown, and this time it stayed longer than the previous ones.

   He didn't leave slowly until five seconds later.

   Guo Zhenfei hugged Wen Xien's waist, his eyes were red and bloodshot, his voice was low, and inexplicably pitiful: "Why kiss me?"

  Wen Xien tilted his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, with a beautiful and shallow arc, and his voice was soft: "I said something wrong just now, I wanted to come to you to apologize, but when I saw you, I wanted to kiss you."

   Guo Zhenfei's hand tightened, and his low eyes slammed into Wen Xien's eyes as gentle as the spring breeze in March.

   was as cool as moonlight, exuding a soft radiance, but for some reason, it made him feel more uncomfortable, but he didn't want to show it, just lowered his head again.

Wen Xien held his face with both hands, she looked into Guo Zhenfei's eyes, this time, under Guo Zhenfei's gaze, she lowered her eyes and landed on the **** thin lips, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Guo Zhenfei's lips lightly .

   I don't know if the man's mood fluctuates too much. When the two lips were touching, she felt the man's lips were shaking.

   One touch and one tap.

   The feeling of numbness and numbness still lingered on his lips, and the aroma was still sticking to it, Guo Zhenfei's breathing became heavy.

   Wen Xien's eyes were slightly curved, and the dark and moist eyes were covered with a layer of fragile warmth, "As an apology, you can kiss back."

Suddenly, Guo Zhenfei's right palm slammed into the back of her head, and his left hand hugged her by the waist, and the person was even closer. She felt Guo Zhenfei leaning down and his breath was warm and sprayed on her face, and then two thin sheets. Thin lips.

   The throbbing of this moment made each other forget everything around them.

   Just after picking up the firewood, Miao Hua was still carrying a basket on his back when he stood outside the door of the stove, as if he had been put on a rest, motionless like a stone.

   He quietly, silently, looked at the two people hugging and kissing in the kitchen.

   They seem so inseparable, like the closest people in the world.

   The tall and strong man was bent over, with two arms hanging from his blue-veined neck, his sleeves slid down as he was raised, revealing his slender, snow-white wrists.

She is so thin, she is so beautiful, she is so fragile and attractive in front of men, she does not struggle, she even hugs the man's neck willingly, the kissed can't make any sound, she can only whimper , the corners of her eyes must have been bullied into red and bright, and her long and thick eyelashes were also smeared with tears. She couldn't make the man feel pity at all. Instead, it aroused the darkest desire to destroy in the man's heart, and wanted her to cry more excessively and be treated more rudely. she.

  Better let her cry.

   A gentle and beautiful person like a fairy, so obedient and soft, he can do whatever he wants.

  …

  It was getting dark, the courtyard was quiet, and I could hear how the night fell from the eaves and the moon onto the orchid leaves like ribbons.

   Miao Hua, who was standing at the door of the stove with an expressionless face, had no hesitation in his eyes.

   Guo Zhenfei picked up Wen Xien, who had fallen asleep. He saw the child at the door of the kitchen without blinking, looking like air, and walked directly past him to the house.

  Miao Hua's eyes were glued to Wen Xien's body, and he did not take his eyes back until he could no longer see it.

   He put everything in the stove, and then entered the house too.

   The light in the room was very dim, Guo Zhenfei lit a candle, and the warm yellow light illuminated the whole room.

   He hugged Wen Xien and slept on the bed together, Wen Xien buried his head on the man's chest, and the atmosphere between the two had a feeling that was not there before.

   If I had to use two words to describe it, it would be intimacy.

   is as close as a husband and wife.

   is like a Taoist companion.

  The floating candlelight shone on Miao Hua's face, and on the cold and ruthless eyebrows, it was a terrifying, eerie calm.

   I have a typo

   (end of this chapter)