C62 Joy like a god 1

His heart was once again excited.

Despite his tired body, he was in high spirits. Get up.

His heart throbbed again as he held her in his arms.

In the half-light, he was surprisingly gentle because of the joy, the double caution.

She was half asleep and half awake, letting him fiddle with her when he woke up.

In his memory, Yue Ming had never been so gentle — even when she was lying beside him, her hands and feet were still ice-cold. Just like her heart, it would never be able to cover it.

God knows, he was on the verge of breaking down.

But today, she was surprisingly gentle and tamed.

It was not flattery, but a kind of docility that came from the bones, as if she were part of him, one of his ribs, not a parasitic or superfluous part.

She even wrapped her arms around his neck and mumbled something, as if she were talking in her sleep.

He really loved this feeling.

The warmth from her body had almost completely melted him once again.

"Yue Ming …" I love you... If you love me too... "Then I am the happiest person in the world …"

"Yue Ming …" Let's make up... We're getting married... I will marry you with the grandest wedding... "Yue Ming …"

Yue Ming, are you finally willing to love me? Heh, I know, you love me … Look at you, you must love me … Yue Ming, thank you. Thank you for bringing me such a great thing … I love you... "I love you …"

She was still whispering to him, kissing him sleepily before the darkest hours of the morning.

He never would have imagined that it would be so good, so beautiful … He pressed his lips to her face, which was warmer than a red apple, and kissed her long, wet eyelashes. He felt tender and tender, and suddenly there were tears in his eyes, and a strange emotion was stirring within him: Yue Ming, if you let me be happy like a fairy, I will repay you.