Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

The warm breath approached, and Xia Ruoxin lay down numbly, she closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the torture to come, but for a long time, the man around him did not do anything.

She opened her eyes, but only saw the disdainful look of the man, "Do you think I want to touch you that way?" He sneered, turned around, and pulled the quilt alone to cover him.

Xia Ruoxin carefully pulled the corner of the quilt and narrowed himself carefully. The two people were lying on a bed, but there was no love between them, only hate.

And she didn't know. Chu Lu, who was facing away, clenched her fingers tightly, and there was a hint of embarrassment flashing in her black eyes. He even discovered that just now, he couldn't bear this woman.

Especially her aggrieved look, he was so soft-hearted.

However, soon, he brought back the corners of his lips, no, he was just afraid, playing with her, they came to Japan.

However, Xia Ruoxin hit the Cold War gently, and his long eyelashes shook from time to time.

"Yixuan, Yixuan ..." Moaning from time to time came to her ears, she suddenly awakened, the pain of the man next to him muttered, and every name would make her heart tighten constantly.

"Little brother ..." Her lips opened and closed slightly, but there was no sound.

She reached out her hand carefully and put it on the man's forehead. On his forehead, she could touch his sweat.

Suddenly, she just felt distressed. Was he always like that every night, thinking of the person who loved so deeply, and if, if the person who died was her, would he be happy?

"Yixuan," her hand was suddenly held by him, she could not pull out tightly, Yixuan, how can you leave Brother Li? do you know? Brother Li has been waiting for you for years, how can you leave.

The man murmured from time to time, different from his usual low chill. At this time, he was really distressing.

"Yixuan ..." Chu Li rolled over, pulling the hand that gave him warmth, and pulled hard. Xia Ruoxin was pulled into his arms like this.

Then a warm lip covered her little mouth like this, not plunder, but tenderness, not revenge, but love, but he didn't want her.

"Yixuan ..." There was his affectionate voice in his lips, but it would only make Xia Ruoxin feel more sad. He kissed her for the first time, but only regarded her as another woman.

She is not Xia Yixuan, she is Xia Ruoxin, she is Xia Ruoxin. .

"Yixuan, I love you." He eagerly grabbed her lips, so sweet and soft, this is his Yixuan. She didn't die, didn't leave her.

"Oh, don't cry, Yixuan." He tasted a salty taste on his lips, kissed her eyes upwards, and hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and he apparently no longer knew that he was dreaming, I still had hallucinations, I just knew that I really didn't want to let go.

However, the woman in his arms was crying even more sad, and the tears kept falling, I don't know whose heart was wet and who was overwhelmed.

Xia Ruoxin opened his eyes and his long eyelashes flickered lightly. It turned out that he could be so gentle. If such gentleness was given to her, then she could use her life to change it.

Chu Lu eagerly kissed the woman in her arms, then he hugged her tightly, but there was no further action, and his even breathing sound came again. Actually, no one knew, now he was depressed What it has become.