Chapter 884

"What's the matter?" Shen Mo Chen crouches next to bathtub, wipe her canthus pitifully, "what happened?"

Shuimiaomiao pursed her mouth, put her hand around Shen Mochen, put her chin on his shoulder, smelled the familiar smell of him, mixed with alcohol, spurred her breath and nerves.

Her tears couldn't help but flow down.

Really, like, like Shen Mo Chen.

She has never liked a person so much, not even ye Lingyi.

His evil charm, his tenderness, his ridicule, his indulgence, every word he said, every thing he did, even the note left to her, were deeply imprinted in her heart.

Without him, what should she do in the future?

Shen Mo Chen is more and more uneasy. She won't cry for no reason.

He stroked shuimiaomiao's back and asked softly, "Miaomiao, what's the matter? Tell me, you don't have to be afraid when I'm here

Shuimiaomiao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, sniffed his nose, looked at Shen Mochen, looked at him infatuated, and said in a choked voice, "I dream that you are dead."

Shen Mo Chen chuckles, caresses her red swollen canthus, doting said: "fool, but is a dream, I am not good?"

Shuimiaomiao pursed her lips and looked at him. Her wet tears rushed into her eyes and was pressed in her eyes. She didn't want to say anything. She just wanted to hold him. At this moment, she never separated.

Shen Mochen let her hold it.

After a while.

He coax a way: "good, good, good, take a bath first, careful cold."

"Shen Mochen." Shuimiaomiao called out.

He looked at her red eyes, doting on her nose, "what's the matter, little fool."

"In the future, no matter what happens, I hope you live well." Shuimiaomiao said meaningfully.

Shen Mo Chen thought that what happened yesterday, she still had lingering fear, just had a nightmare, pitifully looked at her, promised: "don't worry, I'll be OK, their small tricks, I haven't put them in the eye."

Shuimiaomiao looks at Shen Mochen's arrogance and conceit. He is so excellent and outstanding. How could she bear to watch him go to death? She nodded and asked softly, "do you want to wash together?"

Shen Mo Chen raised the corner of the mouth, bent over, bit her ear frame, the voice hoarse said: "good."

She helped him unbutton his suit, his shirt.

Perhaps, today is their last day together, she even helped him unbutton are particularly treasure.

Shen Mochen cooperates with her to put the clothes on the hanger, steps into the bathtub, presses her hot body close, kisses her lips warmly, and moves down slowly.

Maybe he thinks she is in a bad mood and wants her to be happy. The front x is very meticulous.

Shuimiaomiao thinks that even if he wants to come to his great aunt tomorrow, he would like to give it to him today. It is the deepest and last memory of his life.

"Shen Mochen." She looked at him pitifully, soft as if it was a kind of delicate invitation.

He remembered that her big aunt was coming soon. She was not willing to give up her pain. He coaxed him and said, "don't worry, it will be OK in a short time."

Shen Mo Chen raises her buttocks, leans over, lips close.

Water Miao Miao only feel in front of a spark in bloom, a vast expanse of white.

Her body is comfortable, but when I think of him two months later, her heart is like a knife, like falling from heaven into hell.

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