Fei Jiayu clings to her words tightly, can't wait to put her into his own flesh and flesh with him: "Mian Mian, I have never disliked you, you do n’t know how dazzling you are, I am every day Every night, what I miss is you, Mian Mian, I always dream of marrying you ... "

She laughed at him, probably moved. She wanted to talk with a smile, but she cried with a mouth.

She cried and couldn't speak, she couldn't even speak, and listened to his confession.

"Mian Mian, Mian Mian, don't cry, don't cry, it was me that was not good, I was too young and naive at that time. From now on, I will never treat you like that again, Mian Mian, I will definitely treat you well, Will you give me a chance to take care of you? "

He held her face in both hands, and kissed her lips carefully.

But the next moment, Yan Ge was frightened and usually pushed him away, took a few steps back to the wall, and asked him with a look of vigilance and confusion: "You, you must be lying to me, you must be lying to me, you cannot marry I, I, I have become what they are now. How could you marry me, you would never marry me ... "

There were still tears on her face.

When she looked at her, she was terrified and alert, like a wounded beast in a corner, and never dared to accept anyone's offer.

Her muttering words made him sore. He took a few steps to take her hand, and took out the wedding ring that she had been optimistic about: "Mian Mian, I'm not kidding, I prepared all the wedding rings Alright, you see, this is my custom made, with your and my name in it. "

She stared at the wedding ring in his hand, her voice softly drifting, and asked indefinitely: "You, are you really going to marry me?"

Fei Jiayu held the crumbling villain in his arms and focused on: "Huh!"

Yange cried again, and stuttered, "Well, then, would you give me a wedding? The kind of wedding that is very lively, there are friends, classmates, weddings with many people?" "

"Of course it will," Fei Jiayu said, "I will give you a particularly lively, particularly grand wedding."

"How is it possible?" She cried and cried, then laughed and reached out and pushed his chest: "You and I have not reached the age of marriage, and your parents can't promise you to marry me."

She smiled and laughed, tears slipped in her eyes, but the smile was still hanging on her face.

Looking up, she smiled at him, and the tears in her eyes were like transparent light, making her eyes brighter and brighter.

He rolled his throat, lowered his head, kissed her teary eyes, and pecked off the tears on her face, before slowly moving to her lips again.

"Mianmian." He kissed her lips and murmured, "I just want to marry you immediately, hug you for a lifetime, spoil you forever, never let go of you again, Mianmian, Mianmian ..."

His tongue came softly into her mouth, entangled like nostalgia, swallowing all the sweet fragrance from her mouth into his own mouth.

Such kisses, day and night longing, now finally get what they want.

However, not enough, so a little bit is far from enough to quench his thirst.

His movements became more and more urgent, he touched her chest with one hand and under her waist with the other.

He didn't open his eyes until the coolness in her eyes fell on the corners of his lips.

Keeping her eyes closed and letting him play with them, but the bottom of those eyes kept tearing,