Lingbo Luanqing Song

It was a lingering and domineering kiss, wrapped in uneasiness and longing, Zhao Mingge could clearly feel that it was a nostalgia that would only come after a thousand sails had been exhausted.

"When did you think of me?"

"Probably when I fell in love with you again, some fragments would appear from time to time, and then gradually become one piece..."

"Why hide it? Why didn't you tell me you finally remembered me?"

"..."

"why?!"

"I'm afraid... my recovery will make me leave you, I want to spend more time with you, even one more day..."

Zhao Mingge bit his lip, the tip of his tongue was stained with fishy sweetness.His vision was gradually blurred by tears, and finally when he turned around, it dripped across his cheeks and dripped on the back of his hands, burning the spring breeze all over the garden.

It's been three days, and Zhao Mingge hasn't stepped into Zhao Ling's room again.This made Zhao Ling, who had always been accustomed to sleeping with Zhao Mingge in his arms at night, a little crazy.

"Jinse, did I really do something wrong?"

Jin Se nodded and replied: "My lord, you have always done too much and said too little. If you don't say some things, no one will know, and if you don't express some feelings, it will always make people feel less one cent."

"Then what should I do now?" Zhao Ling seemed to grasp a life-saving straw.

Jin Se looked at the full moon outside the window, turned her head and said righteously: "Now, go find her!"

Zhao Ling's house was originally adjacent to Zhao Mingge's courtyard, so Zhao Mingge moved a lot of things here for the convenience of taking care of it day and night.Later, they often sneaked into Zhao Ling's room and slept with each other hugging each other, so the original boudoir is now much colder and vacant.

Pushing open the door and entering, a figure is sitting so lonely under the moonlight, with three feet of blue hair hanging down her waist, her brows and eyes are hidden in the shadows, and it is not clear what her expression is at the moment. At Zhao Ling's feet.

"Ming Ge..." With a soft call, Zhao Ling's nose felt sore for some reason.

"..."

"Baby..."

"Are you saying you're an asshole..."

"..."

"You made me wait for three days! Sleeping in bed alone for three days! Do you know it's cold in this room?"

Looking back, Zhao Ling smiled innocently, walked up to Zhao Mingge step by step and knelt down on one knee, held her cheek with both hands from the darkness, and cast her eyes into those eyebrows and eyes wantonly.

"Zhier, I love you, the kind of love you love very much..."

The color of Zhao Mingge's eyes changed, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he stretched out his hand to slap Zhao Ling's face lightly.

"You really are an asshole..."

Yeleu was slightly cold, and the two sat by the bed holding hands.

"On weekdays, you always look indifferent and detached, as if everything in the world is difficult to get into your heart. When I first saw you, you were haunted by layers of confusion, like enemies or friends. You hide all your emotions in the cold Under Ran's skin, even to me, I always feel that there are thousands of layers of distance. I always refuse to say a word about something, which makes me spend my time looking for it. It's really tiring. Ling'er, I I have never seen a person as calm as you, are you not afraid that one day I will be really tired and run away with others?"

Zhao Ling bit his lip, and tightly held the hand of the person in front of him: "The treasure that I have been looking for for more than ten years, suddenly one day when it really belongs to me, I really dare not and I am not willing to touch it. Because I am afraid of it. It will be a dream, touch it and wake up."

"Well, you want me."

At this moment, Zhao Mingge's eyebrows showed incomparable seriousness and firmness.

"From today onwards, I, Zhao Mingge, will be your woman. If this is a dream, I hope neither of us will wake up..."

On the second day, Sunshine and Huaque worked together to wake up Zhao Mingge who was still limp on the bed.In the midst of sleepiness and confusion, there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the nostrils, and when I open my eyes, the room is full of pear blossoms.

"Like it?"

Zhao Ling who was beside the bed leaned over and put his lips on his lips. It was just a whisper, but he didn't want to turn it into a good wine that he couldn't stop.

His breathing gradually became short, and Zhao Mingge finally pushed Zhao Ling away before he was suffocated. Unexpectedly, there was a pain in his waist, involving the wound of last night's joy.

"Hey!"

Zhao Ling was nervous and wanted to reach out to check, but was knocked on the head by Zhao Mingge: "You little pervert!"

"It...it hurts, right? Yes, I'm sorry...I..."

Zhao Mingge wrapped his hands around Zhao Ling's neck, rubbed his face within an inch of Zhao Ling, pouted and said angrily, "Ling'er was not gentle at all last night, it caused scars all over my body."

Zhao Ling was speechless for a while, seeing Zhao Mingge's bright eyes and red lips so magnified in front of his eyes, recalling the scene in Hongluan's tent last night, he blushed and his heart beat, and turned his face away in embarrassment.

Zhao Mingge burst out laughing.

At this time, the breeze enters the house, sparrows pass by the window, drunk willows hang down, and the fragrance of flowers fills the house.

Zhao Ling turned his head and looked at Zhao Mingge quietly, his eyes were [-]% shallow and drunk, [-]% smiling and doting, [-]% thoughtful, and very penetrating.Thinking of this life, this scene, and this person, I can't help but smile knowingly.