Han Yichu's throat choked, he hugged Huang Qingwu very hard, "well, we don't separate, how don't separate, you just drive me away, I don't go."

Huang Qingwu leans on Han Yichu's arms like intoxication and hugs his neck with great force. "I won't rush you. You have to be nice to me."

"Well, to you, only to you, no one else, just you."

Han Yichu's voice is hoarse. Every time he thinks about the past that made Qingwu sad, he would like to stab him in the heart.

At this time, Huang Qing dance is willing to be close to him. He would like to take out his heart and give it to her. Naturally, he is good to her with all his strength.

Huang Qingwu listens to Han Yichu's reply, with a sweet smile on her lips. It's so good that she finds him again.

Hold for a while, Han Yichu's arms are stiff, still not willing to let go.

At this moment, he felt that his heart was full and no longer empty.

But he also clearly knew that all this was just because Huang Qingwu had forgotten those painful memories.

He was really afraid that she would remember and leave him one day.

But even if he was worried, he couldn't let her go.

After a long time, Huang Qingwu said: "at the beginning, I forgot you. Are you very sad? Now I think about it. When you first came to me, I must have broken your heart. I'm not good. I will love you and treat you well in the future."

Han Yichu's throat rolled down, "fool, as long as you are by my side, really, as long as you are by my side."

Han Yichu really felt like crying at this time.

His eyes were moist, perhaps because of the surprise and excitement.

Huang Qingwu looks up and looks at Han Yichu's red eyes. She feels distressed. Holding Han Yichu's neck, she pulls him down and puts her lips together.

The fragrance that has not seen for a long time impacts all of Han Yichu's reason, and makes his whole body vibrate lightly.

He couldn't believe it. She was kissing herself.

This feeling of long absence made him nervous and dare not move.

Huang Qingwu looks at Han Yichu and doesn't respond. He anxiously stirs his breath.

Huang Qingwu saw that he didn't respond and hummed, "you don't love me anymore..."

Han Yichu suddenly regained his mind, and no more time was given for Huang Qingwu to think. He held her and kissed her very hard, deeply, to the deepest.

He almost took away all the breath of Huangqing dance.

Han Yichu's heart is trembling. How can he not love her? Only he knows how much he loves her. He knows.

Every time he had to bear it, he had to restrain himself, so as not to get close to her.

But at this time, he really didn't want to restrain himself. I don't know when Han Yichu's hands were all on the back of Huang Qingwu's hands

Han Yichu's power is really like a person who has endured for a long time. All of a sudden, he will pour out his emotion like a flood.

He would like to rub her into the body, hard into the body, become his rib.

He now believes in the legend of ribs. His leaning dance is his ribs.

With her in the arms around, it will not hurt, no, it will hurt day and night.

"Yichu..."

"Qingwu, I I can't control myself... "

He wants to, wants to love her, too much.

Maybe only in this way can we prove that deep love can be engraved into her heart.

He now thinks that he was stupid at that time. She was his wife at that time, and he could be indifferent.