Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

His body suddenly stiffened.

After a long time, he turned around slowly, looked at her, and subconsciously wanted to pull his hand out of her palm.

However, she held onto him even tighter.

He said in a low voice: "Is it okay? Is it okay? Just one, one and I'm satisfied, I'm really satisfied..."

Seeing her unconscious, Su Mo's lips moved slightly, subconsciously trying to shake them off. [

But she said again: "We've been together for so long, we've done it 57 times, and you haven't even kissed me, not even once."

The corners of her eyes seemed to be wet.

But it didn't fall.

Su Mo thought it was an illusion, an illusion, not a tear.

However, he didn't reach out to wipe it off, nor did he confirm it.

Just look at it like that.

She was still murmuring.

However, in the next second, he still made up his mind, took his hand out of her palm, turned around and walked away.

In fact, she is in a coma.

Lower your head, just for a moment, maybe, this woman will not be in a coma, on the verge of life and death, begging so hard, mourning so hard.

Perhaps, this woman will wake up quickly and become healthy.

Perhaps, this woman, in the case of injury, can also bloom a smile.

I've done it so many times, just kiss, what's the problem?

However, he just couldn't do it.

Or, he just didn't want to.

He walked away, turned around, and left without stopping.

She stayed by herself, as if she was muttering something, sentence by sentence, in a low voice.

When the sound of the door came down, she slowly opened her eyes.

In the depths of the eyes, there is a dim light. [

She thought, thought... He came back because he felt sorry for her.

That's why she whispered so, wanting to see if he would kiss her.

However, when he came, it was... what?

She didn't know, and couldn't figure it out.

But he knew that even if he died, he would not kiss her.