The red clothes swayed and fluttered by the night wind blowing outside the window, and his back looked a little helpless.

Meng Xian pulled it to the bed stiffly, and was pushed to him stiffly, rolling to the inside, he asked stiffly, "Can you... help, Ye, Zuibi... detoxify?"

"After tonight, I will promise you everything." Meng Xian smiled softly on her lips. Since that night, this is the second time they have established a contract between them.

These days, every night, he always hides from him like a monster.

Although his heart hurts like he was crushed, he doesn't want to, so why force him or hurt him?

However, things like love and love become more and more refreshed over time. The longer you experience, the more mellow it is like wine.

Lying beside Ling Ziliang, gently hugged him from behind, the faint breath lingering on his nose.

"Ziliang, you are too kind and too soft-hearted. Yan Junqing is a person who has died once, and escaping from death often comes at a price, and Ye Jiangxue... she is not a good person at all, and she will be punished sooner or later. You can do it once or twice, but you can't help them for ten or eight years."

Ling Ziliang lowered his eyebrows and said lightly: "He is my elder brother. I have done unforgivable mistakes to him. As long as it can be remedied, I will help him even if it is ten or eight years."

"Okay, help him, and I will help you too. Ziliang, I will definitely help you. I will take care of everything. Don't hold it in your heart and hurt yourself if you have any problems." Whispered behind Ling Ziliang, Meng Xian's eyes were disheartened, and her endless love quietly appeared.

Hearing Meng Xian's words, Ling Ziliang's body was extremely stiff and indifferent. He turned his back and looked helpless.

He is grateful to Meng Xian.

But gratitude does not mean liking, and it is even more impossible to fall in love.

He doesn't love Meng Xian, and he doesn't love him from beginning to end - it has nothing to do with sex, just because he doesn't love him.

"Ziliang, no matter how long it takes, I will wait for you, wait for you to turn around and look at me, fall in love with me..." Meng Xian didn't know whether this sentence was to tell Ling Ziliang or to comfort herself, Qian smelled the long-lost breath on his body, and her tightly wrapped arms couldn't help but tighten a little.

"You have always known my heart. If you persist like this, you will do anyone..." Finally, Ling Ziliang couldn't help it and said word by word.

The red clothes looked like fire, slightly messy.

"Don't answer me in such a hurry. I still have a year." Before Ling Ziliang could finish his words, Meng Xian quickly interrupted. He had no courage to listen to the following words.

Feeling Meng Xian's directness and decisiveness, Ling Ziliang understood that there was no reason to continue.

He closed his dark purple eyes silently, and his pretty face was without a trace of expression.

Things like feelings really cannot be forced.

Many times, if you like it, if you don’t like it, you are destined to be at first sight...

After not hearing Ling Ziliang's words for a while, Meng Xian stopped talking, closed her enchanting eyes tightly, and tears quietly slid down.

When the sun shone through the window and shone on every corner of the room again, Meng Xian had no sleepiness and did not want to continue lying like this.
Chapter completed!