love hurts

Chapter 5 This kind of attachment has nothing to do with Fengyue

Shui Beibei stretched out her hand tremblingly.

Just when her fingers touched a trace of soft cloth, it was as if she had caught a life-saving straw in a desperate situation, and she never let go.

But why is this man standing still, motionless?Is he just here to watch the fun?
Shui Beibei was not reconciled.

Two small white hands alternately go up all the way...

at last.

Accumulating the little energy in his body, he knelt up trembling...

But she tried to stand up several times, but failed.

There is only a beautiful little face with black hair and white face, which is as beautiful as a landscape splashing ink, and looks at the man who is as tall as a god's mansion with emptiness and confusion in his eyes.

The red lips that were slightly opened did not know what they were saying... closed and closed.

I don't know if it's because of her sad, pitiful expression like the rain hitting pear blossoms, or maybe there are other things.

The man who had been condescendingly watching the struggle in the cold water finally moved.

Stretch out a hand and hold Shui Beibei's arm.

Feeling the power injected into her body, she finally stood up from the puddle.

Then because of this touch, she let out another "hmm" moan...

The man's eyes darkened, and his deep eyes completely merged into the boundless night.

With instant clarity, Shui Beibei bit her lower lip, threw her limp and weak body forward, and clung tightly to this big tree, her arms tightly wrapped around her...

This kind of attachment has nothing to do with Fengyue.

It's just a kind of infinite attachment of a body with two layers of ice and fire to life.

The temporary sense of security crushed Shui Beibei's strength that had almost disappeared after being washed by cold water.

"Thank you……"

She closed her eyes tiredly... her drooping head was weak and leaned against her chest lightly.

His body was very cold, and it was indeed much more comfortable than being in the puddle.

Looking down at the woman who was close to her, the man's stern eyes suddenly tightened.

Then he moved slowly and walked towards the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked not far away.

As soon as he walked to the car, the man sitting in the driver's seat pushed open the rear door...

Close the umbrella.

Bend over.

The man picked up Shui Beibei and carried her into the car, because of her entanglement that she didn't want to give up... He pushed hard.

She leaned against the car door on the other side.

The man sat next to her.

"Haoming, so the person lying in the puddle is really alone? It's still a girl, don't you feel sorry for the car? The good leather seats are all wet."

The man with a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes and a handsome fair face turned around, and looked seriously and curiously at Shui Beibei, who was limp on the back seat.

Tantai Haoming didn't speak, and took off the rain-soaked suit jacket...

But just took it off.

Shui Beibei let out a cry, and with her eyes closed, she rushed over and hugged his waist again.

Tantai Haoming's ink eyes suddenly turned frosty.

He stretched out his hand to lock her throat, but the palm that stretched out stopped halfway...

(End of this chapter)