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Suddenly hearing such a sentence, Feng Sujin's whole body's blood seemed to stop flowing and her heartbeat stopped.

She didn't dare to move, for fear of hearing it wrong.

She was stiff and tight.

She could hardly believe it, was it her husband's voice?

Isn't he in the blood house now?

Feng Sujin wanted to turn her head to look, but she didn't dare, she was afraid it was her illusion.

No one knew how much she thought about Jun Mohan.

I think my heart hurts.

Some emotions are not something that can be controlled by letting her control.

If she stood like this, she could deceive herself into thinking that Jun Mohan was in the room behind her and beside her.

Exciting her makes her blood boil.

She was afraid that if she turned around, it would be an illusion.

Feng Sujin did not expect that she would be timid.

But at this time, she was really timid.

After a long while, Jun Mohan still watched Feng Sujin stiffly standing by the door, motionless.

He sighed softly, "Ajin, don't you turn around and look at me?"

Feng Sujin's appearance made him distressed and helpless, but he didn't know what to do with her?

He couldn't add more pain at the moment.

How did he not want her!

So he couldn't wait to come to her.

He left his breath on Feng Sujin's bracelet before.

So he can recognize the location of Feng Sujin and can find her.

After hearing such a sentence again, Feng Sujin was almost sure that the sound was real.

Feng Sujin turned around excitedly.

The moment she saw Jun Mohan, Feng Sujin almost cried.

She hurried over in excitement and rushed into Jun Mohan's arms.

Jun Mohan opened his hand, caught Feng Sujin, and hugged her tightly.

Jun Mohan is very hard, as if to fuse Feng Sujin into the body's bones and blood.

He closed his eyes fiercely, put his head on Feng Sujin's head, and smelled the breath on her.

At this moment, holding Feng Sujin and feeling the breath of Feng Sujin, Jun Mohan's heart is solid.

At this moment, Jun Mohan felt that the missing heart had made up.

To him, Feng Sujin is an indispensable part of his life.

Without Feng Sujin, his heart was empty, as if he had no heart at all.

Even if it is temporarily separated.

No one knows how much his heart is tormented these days apart.

Feng Sujin leaned on Jun Mohan's arms, and she almost cried.

Her eyes were hot and sour, and she buried her head in Jun Mohan's arms fiercely, breathing deeply the breath of Jun Mohan.

Feng Sujin almost breathed greedily.

Even if she now holds Jun Mohan and feels the breath of Jun Mohan, she feels the same as hallucinations.

She still felt a little unreal.

She kept shouting in her heart, "Mo Han, Mo Han ..."

Jun Mohan said hoarsely, "Well, I'm ..."

Jun Mohan's voice, with husky and sigh, with deep thoughts in the low.

Some feelings cannot be expressed in words at all.

After a short while, Feng Sujin recovered her sense of reason slightly. She looked up at Jun Mohan and said, "Mo Han, it's really you. I didn't read it wrong, didn't I dream?"

Jun Mohan's eyes had a deep pity of light and some redness. He took Feng Sujin's hand and kissed him, "Fool, it's me, it's true."

At this moment he had too much to say to Feng Sujin, but felt that he didn't know which one to say. It seemed to look at her with such a sense of solidity.