"Do you want to go back to the bridge and the road with me?" He opened his mouth difficultly, holding his hand down to his side.

He plans to move ahead for her, but the woman he loves the most is saying that he wants to go back to the road!

"Shouldn't it?" She asked in reply, "since it was so simple to break up at the beginning, in the past five years, we can break up completely. Why do you have to entangle like this now? Do you think that if you let me stay out of the limelight for a few days, the result will be fine? "

Bai Tingxin's fingers constantly closed, fingernails in the constant pain of the palm.

Why... Yes, why!

Because he missed her and missed her too much, because he had arranged for five years, and as long as he gave a little more time, he could close the net smoothly.

So he couldn't help meeting her and pestering with her. He knew that his eagerness almost destroyed all his plans. Fortunately, he is not what he was five years ago!

"You believe me, I won't let go of anyone who framed you, and I won't let those rumors slander you. If there is no good result in a few days, then..." he pauses, and a bitter smile rises from the corner of his lips. "From now on, you can really go back to the bridge and the road with me."

Because that represents his failure!

Qin Lianyi only felt that she was stabbed by something in her heart. His smile made her feel uncomfortable and breathless.

"Bai Tingxin, what do you want?" She didn't understand why he did it. They had already broken up.

"I want to..." he murmured, looking at her eyes, with a touch of desire and desire.

Even now, his words were not complete, but she could guess the meaning.

Suddenly, Qin Lianyi's face changed, "impossible! If you are still in love with me, then it's unnecessary. I won't be with you any more....

in the middle of her words, her mobile phone rings and the name of the caller ID is Bai Yulai.

Just when Qin Lianyi wants to pick it up, Bai Tingxin suddenly bullies her and clasps her wrist. Her hand aches and her mobile phone falls to the ground.

The ring of the mobile phone is still ringing.

"Bai Tingxin, you --"

his lips have fallen heavily on her lips, blocking all her remaining words.

His other hand, firmly clasped her jaw, as if she was not allowed to struggle. He kisses so hard that he seems to pour everything into the kiss.

Qin Lianyi is struggling, constantly trying not to start, another empty hand beating him. But no matter how she struggled, it didn't work at all. His kiss was still deepening.

His breath, his temperature, and the feeling when he kisses her are all so familiar. Qin Lianyi's struggle has gradually become a trance, almost unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.