just kiss me

Chapter 58 I'm not up to date, don't force me [recommendation ticket requested]
There are too many broken things here, she doesn't want to care about it.

If you don't take the initiative, you will only waste her time.

She is a passionate muse, not a cowardly Song Miao.

After writing the song, throw him away, throw away the past.

Live well and live happily.

"I don't want to move." She said softly, her forehead was away from the man's hand, her hoarse voice was full of dependence, "I'm still hungry."

Xing Shao stood there in a daze, rubbing her hair unconsciously with his big hand, "I'll carry you?"

Song Miao was silent for a moment, and lazily stretched out her hand.

When someone jumped on his broad back, she whispered in his ear: "Xing Shao..."

The serious voice stopped and returned to softness, "Don't make me cry."

False tenderness and dependence should be enough to win everything in this game.

She is used to winning and won't allow herself to lose.

"No." Xing Shaoqian responded to her, lifted her thin body up, and walked slowly to the deck.

If she can give him a chance, he will never let her lose again.

Song Miao leaned on his shoulder, staring at the front with empty eyes, and hummed lightly.

What starts with a mistake ends with a mistake.

When the hatred is over, she will be clean.

……

on the deck.

Song Miao nestled into the soft recliner, with her fair and small face pressed against the white velvet cushion, looking lazily at the few rays of sunlight emerging from the horizon.

Feeling slightly dazzling, she hooked up her sunglasses and put them on, yawned, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Ordinary girls should be very happy to watch the sunrise with their sweethearts.

She should prepare her emotions.

In the gloomy black-and-white world, she has long lost the ability to appreciate these beauties, but fortunately, the underground boxing arena in country F is full of fish and dragons.

Talking about people when seeing people, talking nonsense when seeing ghosts, has practiced her hypocrisy.

When the hot Shuangjiao Noodles were placed in her hand, she stretched her sore bones, held the warm noodle bowl and teased with a smile, "Young Master Xing, where did you learn that?"

The kind and gentle smile broke the gap between the old things between the two, as if to say, I am willing to stumble with you again, you must love me well.

Xing Shao bent his lips, his eyebrows and eyes regained the willfulness she hadn't seen in eight years, "That store closed down, and I went to learn it a few times."

Song Miao twitched softly as she tossed the noodles, and smiled cynically, "That's really a pity."

Xing Shao sat beside her relaxedly, and said softly, "Amiao, thank you."

Thank her for giving him a chance to redeem himself.

Song Miao's movement of mixing noodles was slightly stagnant, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

Xing Shao thought she was thinking of those bad things again, so he quickly rubbed her hair and asked, "Drink milk? The doctor said you have a bad stomach, I'll go heat the milk."

Song Miao didn't stop him, and slowly chewed the noodles covered with chili.

That year, that bowl of noodles in that store was the destination of all her tears and the witness of all her broken pride.

She always believed that the tears she cried were by no means her cowardly tears.

She was just crying.

That's it.

Eight years later, this taste has not changed, and she is no longer the Song Miao at that time, no one or anything can stop her from living proudly.

This is the end.

She had to win this scam.

……

When Xing Shao put warm milk by her hand, Song Miao handed him half a bowl of noodles left, breathing hot air.

The nose is hot and red, and the temples are soaked with thin sweat, which is very cute.

When he raised his head to drink the milk, the exposed neck still had a bit of ambiguity that had not retreated.

Xing Shao coughed lightly, stretched out his hand to adjust the thin coat that had slipped to her shoulders, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's cold."

Song Miao glanced at him sideways, with an ambiguous arc on the corners of her lips, her shoulders moved slightly, and the coat slid down to her forearms, revealing her round shoulders.

"hot."

In one word, deliberately against him.

The man's eyes deepened, he wrapped her in his coat forcefully, and glared at her, "I'm not up to you, don't force me."

(End of this chapter)