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488 Pain on the back, sweetness in the arms
Liancheng Yazhi raised the flower with grass in his hand in front of Rong Yan. For the first time, he looked up into her eyes and said slowly, ” “Although this flower isn’t pretty and isn’t worth much, it’s a good thing that Yingluo was picked by me. This is the only one in the world. I’ll use this to apologize to you. My sincerity, how is it? do you feel it?”
Liancheng Yazhi’s sudden action and his not-so-romantic words gave Rong Yan a great shock.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTo be able to hear Liancheng Yazhi say sorry and to see him lower his head once was something that Rong Yan thought was hard to ask for in a hundred years. She never thought that one day, Liancheng Yazhi would kneel down on one knee for a woman and only ask for her forgiveness!
This kind of man could make everyone in the world submit to him, but he would only bend his back for you.
How could this not move a woman? how could she not be moved?
Liancheng Yazhi’s simple ‘mother of the child’ touched the deepest part of Rong Yan’s heart. Yes, she was MeowMeow’s mother, and Liancheng Yazhi was MeowMeow’s father. The relationship between the three of them was the most intimate and heartwarming one in the world. There was nothing better than this.
The smile on Rong Yan’s lips became deeper and deeper, and she laughed back at Liancheng Yazhi. Although Rong Yan’s laughter was getting louder and louder, tears also flowed out of her eyes as she laughed.
bastard liancheng yazhi was a bastard. why did he have to do this for no reason? it made her heart, which had been silent for several years, start to stir again.
Rong Yan stood there, crying and laughing, not moving. Liancheng Yazhi kept kneeling on one knee and didn’t urge her.
the ground was paved with cobblestones. it would hurt if he knelt on it for a long time. however, his back was straight and the flower in his hand didn’t move even when the night wind blew.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter she had cried and laughed enough, Rong Yan ruthlessly wiped away her tears and quickly took a few steps forward. She pounced on Liancheng Yazhi and took all the grass and flowers from his hands.
He already had a daughter, so why was he still playing this? In the past, he had never been willing to bow his head. If he had been willing to give in early on, there would not have been so many setbacks, and she would not have to run away alone!
Rong Yan’s pounce just now had pushed Liancheng Yazhi, who had lost his balance, to the ground. She pressed down on him and wiped all her tears on his chest. As she wiped them, she said fiercely, ” ” bastard, don’t think i’ll forgive you so easily. the money i spent this time doesn’t count. don’t think you can get rid of me so easily. i’m a money-grubber, i must have the most expensive flower. ”
Liancheng Yazhi was lying on his back on the ground. Because the temperature was not considered low, his clothes were very thin. Lying on the cobblestone floor, he held the woman he had been longing for day and night. There was pain on his back, and sweetness in his arms. This feeling was really like Ice and Fire rising into the sky, sweet torture!
However, if it could continue like this, Liancheng Yazhi would be willing to stay at this moment forever.
He held Rong Yan’s not-so-pretty face in his hands lovingly and kissed away all the tears flowing out of her eyes, bit by bit. The salty tears entered his mouth.
liancheng yazhi’s eyes gradually became as devout as a pilgrimage. in the days he didn’t know, was rong yan’s heart as bitter as these tears, without a hint of sweetness?