How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 216 Walking into the morning fog, falling into the twilight clouds 54

   Chapter 216 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the twilight clouds (54)

   Duan Wensen's breathing became more and more rapid, his stern face was slightly red, and his eyes were wet and blurred as he looked at Wen Xien.

   "This is punishment, little liar..."

   The restless emotions in the body seemed to be appeased, and was replaced by an even more uncontrollable infatuation.

   is for this person.

  Wen Xien raised his head slightly, his slender and snow-white neck was all exposed, like a dying swan, the green blood vessels were slightly convex, revealing an extraordinarily fragile beauty.

   But her eyes lost a trace of light, they were dull, and there seemed to be something in them that was slowly disappearing.

   A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, but was licked by the teenager. His kiss fell on her eye, on her eyelashes, on the tip of her nose, on the corner of her mouth...

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   Ma Junying waited for Wen Xien for a day.

   Watching the sun rise, it gradually disappeared into the west mountain.

   The mind that had calmed down because of the plan, gradually became irritable again.

  Wen Xien has never been back for such a long time. She used to hide out often, but it was only for one day, and usually she would come back the next day, but this time...

  Wen Xien, dressed in twilight, came back in a hurry and embarrassed.

   She was still wearing new and neat clothes, and there seemed to be no difference in appearance, except for her hurried steps and stern look.

   As soon as she entered the door, she saw Ma Junying sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

  Wen Xien walked in the door for a while, as if he knew what would happen next, but the answer was rejected.

   Ma Junying pinched his eyebrows, but at this moment, he didn't want to say this.

   "Where have you been." Ma Junying tried not to be so tough.

   He knew that Wen Xien didn't want to see him in this house, and would often hide outside without coming back. He just had a meeting the day before yesterday, so he didn't have time to pick her up.

   Sure enough, he hid for a day. Ma Junying didn't want to push her too hard, and would occasionally let her be self-willed.

   Ma Junying walked in front of Wen Xien. The light in the living room was not turned on, but the sky was not very dark, and the light in the room was also gloomy, as if it was a bad omen.

   Ma Junying reached out and touched her cold face. To his surprise, Wen Xien didn't push him away or avoid him anymore.

   There was endless ecstasy in his heart, and his voice couldn't help shaking, "Enen, talk, don't run around again, okay?"

   After a long time, Wen Xien's eyes blinked, and it seemed that he finally had a bit of life in front of him.

   But more than that, gloomy and deadly anger gathered on her eyebrows.

   She suddenly said, "Sister... I want my sister."

  Wen Xien lowered his head. What he didn't see was that Ma Junying had a gloomy face in front of him, his eyes were dark, and he was a hundred times more gloomy than before.

   Yet she was still saying, "Sister...Sister."

   Wen Xien looked down at himself, and there were mottled bruises under his neckline. No matter how many times I washed it before I came, the disgusting odor on my body was never clean.

Why?

   So disgusting, so disgusting.

   Now she just wants to go back to Qiao Ling's arms, smell the fragrance on Qiao Ling's body, and miss the warmth and warm breath on Qiao Ling's body.

   I'm going crazy thinking about it!

  's face was held up by the man's hand. The man's movements were not gentle, and even showed a rudeness.

   He leaned closer, gritted his teeth and said, "No sister! Jon, how many times have I told you, don't mention her! Don't mention her! How the **** can you not understand!"

   Ma Junying, who has always been well-bred, said swearing for the first time, and he was so angry that he lost his mind. When he knew that Wen Xien had some naive thoughts about Qiao Ling, it seemed like a thorn was stuck in his throat.

   He couldn't spit or swallow. This thorn often drove him crazy, making him aggressively slit his throat and take out the thorn inside.

   Wen Xien raised the corner of his mouth, but the arc didn't look like a smile, but like the arc of a puppet pulled by a rope.

   "You...disgusting."

   Wen Xien's appearance is not normal, but Ma Junying's appearance is not much better, so it will be difficult for both of them.

   Ma Junying pulled back his remaining sanity, controlled his hands and let go of her, he felt that they all had to calm down.

   After passing by Wen Xien, he still couldn't help but feel a trace of depression in his heart, "En, Qiao Ling loves me, don't be stupid anymore."

   He finished speaking and walked out the door.

   The sound of the heavy door being closed echoed in the living room.

   Wen Xien still stood there blankly. This action has not changed since he entered the door.

  From childhood to adulthood, only Qiao Ling has been by her side.

  Qiao Ling always gave her the best things, and dedicated her tenderest emotions to her.

  Unconsciously, Qiao Ling has become a part of her life, inseparable.

   But in fact, such emotion is not love, but something heavier than love.

  She is everything to her.

   She can only survive by drawing on the power of Qiao Ling.

  The world is filthy, others are filthy, including Wen Xien himself... It's also so disgusting.

   But if Qiao Ling is always by her side, then it doesn't matter, everything doesn't matter, as long as Qiao Ling can always be by her side.

   The premise is that Qiao Ling will abandon her.

   (end of this chapter)