cuddling in his arms

Chapter 180 Why Can We Be Friends For So Many Years
When Mo Xiaoli stopped, An Ziqing had already grasped the car door handle, and the moment she fell limply, he almost caught her light body with flying speed.

That pale and haggard face made An Ziqing's heart ache. He carried her into the car, and stroked her pale face inch by inch. The long eyelashes, pretty little nose, and soft lips, he wished he could Rubbing her into his body.

The cool lips covered her forehead, then her nose, and finally landed on her lips, using the tip of her tongue to slowly trace the shape of her lips, little by little, so delicate that it made one's heart tremble.

"A Li, A Li..."

He called her every word over and over again, as if he could never have enough.

I still remember that time, in Jiuxi, in the study, he called A Li over and over again, A Li, she answered over and over again, and finally couldn't help asking him: "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Thinking about An Ziqing, he laughed, but it hurt so much, so hurt.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers, but there was a salty taste in his mouth, and he reached out to touch his cheek, did he actually cry?
Hehe, he really wanted to laugh, but he cried instead.

A man doesn't flick his tears easily, but he hasn't reached the sad point.

At dawn, Mo Shaohua stood in front of the car and knocked on the glass.

An Ziqing rolled down the car window and saw him standing stiffly in front of the car, expressionless and motionless, as if he had been standing there for a long time and was already numb.

An Ziqing had already put away his sadness, his sadness, his tears, and his heartache. At this moment, he was that cold-blooded, ruthless, vicious, sharp, and strategizing man.

Mo Xiaoli was sleeping soundly in the car. An Ziqing took off his coat and covered her, then got out of the car, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. The pungent smell made his lungs burst pain.

The smoke filled the air between the two men. He picked up the cigarette box and asked, "Would you like one?"

Every movement, every word spoken is calm and calm.

"Thank you." Mo Shaohua took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and puffed heavily.

"Is this the result you want to see?" An Ziqing asked with sharp eyes.

"That's not my original intention." Mo Shaohua also replied calmly, but there was a little helplessness in that calmness.

There was no more dialogue between the two, they just looked at each other, looking at each other with disgust.

"Hehe, I really don't understand why we were able to be friends for so many years, but now we are so incompatible." Mo Shaohua said with a wry smile.

An Ziqing's eyes were dim, and he couldn't see the emotions in his eyes clearly through the thick smoke.

He seemed to see himself in those years, A Li in those years, and Mo Shaohua in those years again.

Why can we be friends in those years?
He thought about it again and again, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength to realize that he could be friends only because of his forbearance. He loved A Li so much, but he watched them love each other for three years and watched them coldly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Shaohua in front of him. When did that gentle and jade-clothed young man become so thoughtful?

So many years of forbearance actually made him miss it very much, maybe it has become a habit because it has been too long.

At that time, Ah Li was always so happy, and she could still vaguely remember the appearance of her in his arms, snickering shyly, he hated her appearance at that time, but now he wanted to see her again, but could not have it.

(End of this chapter)