Forced marriage contract: Divorce dear

Chapter 418 Of course not, you are mine (15)

Bai Mingze smiled, and reached out to pat her head, "There is a certain influence, but it's not as serious as you think."

She looked up at him, not ignoring the sad look on his brow.

Then he knew that this matter was not as easy as he said.

She took his hand, rubbed her face gently against his palm, and said quietly, "Bai Mingze, am I being too selfish?"

"I knew the consequences of offending An Yiyi, so I did it anyway."

Bai Mingze tightened his fingers, looked down at her, and said softly, "Ke Xun, don't think too much."

"If you are not selfish, do you want me to be with Yiyi?"

She shook her head immediately, "Of course not, you are mine."

He froze for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up, and there was a gentle smile on the corners of his brows and eyes, "Well, I'm yours."

He really liked it when she said that. . .

He is hers, she is his, they belong to each other.

"So, Ke Xun, if you don't do that, I might be angry, because that means, Ke Xun, you don't care about giving me to others, do you?"

She bent her lips, "Well, now that you say it like this, I feel a lot less guilty."

He tightened his arms and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She nestled in his arms, her cheek against his chest.

The nose is full of his breath.

Beside his ears, there were his powerful heartbeats one after another.

Such a moment is really beautiful.

Lin Kexun narrowed his eyes slightly, sighing softly in his heart. . .

I really want to stop at this moment.

Keep happiness in this moment.

evening--
in the garden.

Lin Kexun lazily leaned back on the chair, dragging her chin with one hand, half-closed her eyes, like a lazy cat.

Bai Mingze was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a violin in his hand, with a gentle smile on his lips, and the melodious music flowed from his fingertips.

Lin Kexun nodded while listening, this piece was the one that Bai Mingze played on the day he proposed.

I heard that he has already written this piece of music.

Moreover, it was written many years ago.

The style of the song is lingering and gentle, as if he is whispering softly in the ear.

Because Lin Kexun said that listening to music more can cultivate children's interest in music.

Therefore, Bai Mingze, the future father-to-be, decided to play the violin himself for his children every day.

Seeing Lin Kexun's drowsy appearance, Bai Mingze smiled and stopped the movement of his hands.

(End of this chapter)