Chapter 1842

He immediately raised his upper body, crossed the table and grabbed her cheek. She was stunned and instinctively stepped back, but then his upper body also crossed the table, and his face was close to her face.

The warm breath sprayed on her face. His eyelashes blinked gently. There was a kind of beauty between the bottom of his eyes and the top of his eyebrows. "Why don't you come back to me again? In that case, maybe I can forgive you for what you did to me."

She looked at him in disbelief and came back to him? Do you mean between them... Start over?

But at the beginning, he was clearly... Confused, just because of his words. She lost her square inch and her persistence over the years.

"You know, I miss you very much..." he whispered. This voice, like the most attractive voice in the world, will lure her into the most beautiful dream.

For a moment, junle Yan just felt in a trance, as if he had returned to that year. He always treated her gently and whispered softly to her

They were childhood sweethearts. Once, he was her most trusted person. She always likes to chase after him. When he focuses on her, she will be very happy, just like getting the best gift.

If it hadn't happened in those years, they might still be as they were. Even, they might have been married instead of separated for seven years.

Seven years, how many seven years are there in life? Seven years ago, they broke up, he left her world, and seven years later, he appeared in front of her, but it seems that he is different from him in her memory.

She thought that there was no possibility between them. The past between them would be buried with the passage of time.

But now, he seemed to be the one in his memory, the one who had taken great care of himself.

"Yan Yan, do you miss me?" he called her nickname in his mouth, which was so familiar and beautiful.

The scenes of the past seemed to reappear in front of her. A word "think" almost jumped out of her mouth. How could she not miss him?

Over the years, how many times did she think he wanted to cry? How many times have I thought of insomnia, and even thought that in the future, when she is old and dead, maybe he is the only person she has ever loved.

"Do you... Love me?" she couldn't help saying, if... If he really loves her, then she and he can really start over. Forget the past, and she will try to forget, forget everything she has seen and heard

"Love?" his voice became softer and softer.

His breath is so familiar, and the temperature on his lips makes her feel at a loss.

"I love you," she heard him say in her ear.

At this moment, her heart was beating wildly. At the end of the kiss, she was still in the aftertaste of kissing and didn't return to her mind. As at that time, his slender fingers gently stroked her lips, but on his handsome face, there was a cold smile, "you want me to say that, right?"

In an instant, she suddenly recovered, and the blood color on her face was slowly fading. "What do you mean...?"