C517 Love to the point of suffering a great loss of vitality 1

It was almost noon.

His head was resting comfortably in a warm place.

Half awake, half dreaming that he was a guest, he moved away several times and lay back down again — perhaps even because of the warmth of the embrace?

Or was he only willing to admit in his dreams that he was lonely, that he had let go of all his defenses, that he was reckless for once?

She cooed with hunger, and then she saw someone holding her hand. It was warm, and his eyes were already open, staring at her.

Startled, she rubbed her eyes as if she had forgotten what was going on.

Confused again, it was a familiar feeling — so familiar that it was terrifying, even slowly becoming accustomed to and dependent on.

He was still staring at her, gentle and hot, at the complex, changing expression on her face.

That look!

It was really too much.

She suddenly realized something, as if she had seen this look in Qu Cunzi's eyes for the first time — — After their reunion, when Qu’s Mansion was recuperating from her injuries — — It was just that at that time, she was always muddle-headed and had never paid close attention. He vaguely remembered the time when he had crushed a bunch of roses and spilled them all over his body on the path full of roses. He had the same look in his eyes when he had placed his hand on his belly.

Long, long ago, he had actually looked at her that way.

However, at that time, neither of them noticed it.

"Little Treasure, look at how fat you are. Be careful, if you continue to be so fat and become a big fat pig, I won't do anything to you in the future … When you're a thirsty woman... "

He had thought that he had forgotten such a long time ago, but today, he suddenly came to his senses.

She stared at him blankly.

His eyes were softer.

Love is the same as ever, old man and wife.

His large hand habitually moved upwards and rested on her stomach.

She suddenly jumped up as if she had been struck by lightning.

He could faintly feel pain.

No, no, no, don't do that.

She would definitely not be harmed by Qu Cunzi once again.

"Little Treasure …"

She stood up and the two of them went back to sleep.

He was glad that he didn't do something stupid when he was in a daze this time.

However, he reached out and hugged her again. It was as if he suddenly had a cold driven away. His blood started to boil and the joy from that night resurfaced. His eyes burned with passion. "Xiaobao …"

"Qu Cunzi, you don't have to act like this!"

She withdrew her hand decisively, and he felt embarrassed.

"Mr. Qu has aged, now you are the pillar of the company. You don't have to waste your body to worry him. I will call Secretary Zhang to come pick you up and take good care of your illness when we get back. I hope you won't do this again. "

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly lifted her off the bed and hugged her tightly from behind. His voice sounded very anxious, "Xiaobao, don't tell me you can't even give me a chance? Even if I am a prisoner on death row, don't tell me that I am not even entitled to a chance to change my life? "

Those hugging hands were truly too forceful, so much so that she was unable to break them apart.

His breathing quickened and his entire body was shockingly hot. He held on with all his might and refused to let go, "Little Treasure, all these years, I've had enough. I can't stand that terrifying loneliness any longer. I won't let go, I definitely won't let go. I won't be able to endure for another day …"