cuddling in his arms

Chapter 2 I'm Sorry Shaohua

When she was about to bite his tongue, he suddenly let go of her lips, but he didn't let her go. He kissed her all the way down, from the chin to the neck, falling densely like raindrops. on her. . . . . .

Mo Xiaoli bit her lip, afraid that she would accidentally make an embarrassing sound. Although she felt ashamed, that's why she came here today. She smiled self-deprecatingly, then reached out to caress An Ziqing's face, Gently tracing his eyebrows and eyes.

This is the big brother she is familiar with, she has always liked to cling to him, she has always relied on him, but now she wants to. . . . . .

Mo Xiaoli sighed slightly, closed his eyes, but his mind was only on that elegant figure, that young man in white, his every frown and smile, everything about him.

An Ziqing picked her up and put her on the soft bed. Looking at her tightly closed eyes and eyelashes trembling like butterflies, her heart softened.

"A Li, you are beautiful."

Mo Xiaoli pulled the quilt over his head in shame, but heard a low laugh in his ear, and with a whimper, the quilt was pulled away and flew to the ground with lightning speed.

"Aren't you afraid of suffocating yourself to death? Huh?" An Ziqing said this with a slightly raised voice at the end, like a kind of teasing or flirting, his voice was low and nasal.

"I'm not afraid. I can dive for a long time. I beat you last time when we competed together..." Mo Xiaoli retorted.

Suddenly felt funny, now what do you want to do by saying these things?Remind him of how happy the three of them were together?Let him remember how good they used to be?
Is it to please?Isn't she just trying to please?Mo Xiaoli suddenly laughed, his smile was charming and desolate.

The man's words rang in my ears again: "Our Xiaoli is the best woman in the world."

The best woman, ha, but what is she doing now?The tears were like broken beads, dripping down. In fact, she didn't want to cry, but the tears flowed endlessly. While smiling hard, she stretched out her hand to wipe the tears off her face.

"Brother Qingqing..." Mo Xiaoli called out softly.

An Ziqing was a little stunned, and was stunned for a few seconds. Hearing her call softly, brother, felt very uncomfortable. How long has it been since she called him like that, one month, three months?a year?
I don't remember, but once upon a time, he almost thought that the title 'Brother Qingqing' was conjured up by himself, and he almost thought that his A Li had never spent those happy times with him.

Only now did he realize that everything was true.

He hugged the woman who was crying so confusedly in front of him, and murmured: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ah Li..."

He didn't know why he said he was sorry, but when he saw A Li crying, his heart was in a mess, and he had no clue at all.

Mo Xiaoli didn't remember where he was at all, but felt aggrieved, and hugged the waist of the man who comforted him, remembering that in the past, whenever she cried, Mo Shaohua would coax her and whisper in her ear over and over again. Said 'sorry, I was wrong'.

So he asked indiscriminately: "Shaohua, I'm still a good woman, right?"

Hearing her voice, An Ziqing's eyes darkened, and then a monstrous anger was brewing. The hand that had been caressing her back was clenched into a fist, and the joints creaked. He vigorously pushed away Mo Xiao who was hugging his waist. Li, holding her slender shoulders and shaking, his voice came out of the edge of anger and shouted: "Mo Xiaoli, you dead woman, you see clearly, you see clearly, I am An Ziqing, I am not Mo Shaohua."

Mo Xiaoli looked at him blindfolded, and then yelled, "Zi, Ziqing..."

She tried to pull his hand, but he avoided it lightly, stood up from the bed, took a step back, kept a distance of two meters from Mo Xiaoli, and asked with pain in his indifferent eyes: "Look for me today, what you want to say?"

Mo Xiaoli just bit his lip and didn't speak, he hugged the quilt tightly and wrapped himself tightly, his black and white eyes were full of chaos.

An Ziqing's chest heaved, and he tried hard to resist the urge to reach out and kill the woman in front of him. He was rarely angry, but this time he was really angry, even angry.

"Speak." An Ziqing roared.

(End of this chapter)