Paranoia: Mystic Chief Domineering Love

Chapter 536 Beloved 12
It's him.

It's him.

Huo Mingfeng's wide-eyed eyes are full of complicated gazes. Facing Qiao Mochen's appearance, he feels panic in his heart. God likes to play such casual jokes with you. He can destroy all your hopes in an instant without leaving a trace Opportunity to make your dreams come true.

Everyone's attention was directed to the young man who was walking slowly, wearing a thin white shirt, standing in the breeze, the snowflakes falling from the sky beautifully wrapped around his body, sticking lightly to his black With short hair, his face was a little pale but it didn't spoil his amazing handsome face at all. A pair of black eyes were dark and deep. Through the cold air, he quietly stared at Fang Yi, who was more than ten meters away.

The steps under his feet paused, and he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, showing an elegant and gentle smile, washing away the aura of being unapproachable to strangers, and the sound overflowing from his slightly opened lips was like that of an excellent cellist. In a low voice, thick and deep, that familiar, doting, and deeply nostalgic call made her heart suffocate.

"Yi Yi, come here."

Fang Yi exhausted all her strength to move out from behind He Qiuwan step by step. She covered her mouth with her hand, not wanting to cry too badly. Eye sockets, she didn't dare to blink.

In just a few dozen steps, she felt that she had walked as long as a century.

She stood in front of him, her outstretched hands were trembling, not daring to touch his face.

So scared.

It's really scary, it's just a beautiful dream.

Qiao Mochen looked at the person following him greedily, and pulled her into his arms with distress and powerlessness. When did he become so cautious one by one, this appearance of walking on thin ice reminded him of the night when he brought her home.

"all."

She buried her tears in her chest and finally shed tears, her small hands helplessly grasped the hem of his clothes, her throat was so hard that she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"Chen."

"Chen, you're awake, you're finally awake, I'm not dreaming, is it true, is it true?"

"Don't cry." Qiao Mochen wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and held her face with both hands, her black and jade eyes were as deep as a magnetic field that could melt her deeply in it, "Yi Yi, look at me, yes real."

Feather-thin kisses lightly imprinted on her eyes.

"Hey, stop crying."

"I will be obedient. As long as it is what you say, I will listen. Don't disappear again, okay?" She is such an insecure child. Only when facing Qiao Mochen can she dare to reveal her helplessness and fear one side.

"No, never again." Qiao Mochen held her hand tightly in his palm, comforting her softly, his downcast eyelashes concealing his distressed eyes.

Fu Junlei was stunned for a long while and came back to his senses. He gritted his teeth and felt resentful. He never imagined that the vegetative person whose chance of waking up was almost slim would miraculously wake up. There was no sign of it, hanging on the sides hand clenched into a fist.

Qiao Mochen glanced at Anya who was standing aside, "Bring the clothes here."

"Ah, yes, master." Anya was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted and handed him the coat in his hand. She didn't dare to make contact with him at all. The invisible pressure was awe-inspiring and frightening.　
(End of this chapter)