Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

The figure that had been appearing in his mind all the time now appeared before his eyes vividly. Dotore's body stiffened. He stretched out his hand to touch it, but he was afraid that it was just a phantom and did not dare to get closer.

"Cheng Yan..."

He had repeated the name countless times in his heart, but when he was able to actually shout it out, Dotore found that his voice was hoarse.

Cheng Yan was only two steps away from her, but he just stood there. His dark and clear pupils were like a pool of water, and tears fell in strings, wetting the soles of his feet.

Why are you crying?

Dotore wanted to ask Cheng Yan how he found him and how he sneaked in, but at the moment, the person in front of him seemed to have no rationality to answer his questions.

Smelling a strong smell of alcohol, Dotole extended a hand to Cheng Yan, his voice low and gentle, as if the two had never been apart.

"Come here, have you been drinking?"

As light as Cheng Yan's movements were when he sneaked in, his legs now felt heavy. The moment he saw the person he had been thinking about day and night, he could no longer control his tears.

My head felt swollen and my ears were buzzing, but the person in front of me became clearer and clearer.

Cheng Yan wanted to hug him, kiss him, and do all kinds of intimate things with him, but he felt so sad, sadder than he had ever felt before.

“Great, great…”

Cheng Yan called out his name word by word. The person in front of him seemed to be reaching out to him. Was he trying to chase him out?

Yes……

It hurt for Cheng Yan to breathe and his eyes were blurry, but he remembered the person he loved so much, standing side by side with another woman in love.

"You lied to me……"

Cheng Yan's voice was as hoarse as a duck. Even though Dotole leaned forward, he still couldn't hear what he said.

She took a step forward and raised her hand to wipe Cheng Yan's tears, but he slapped her hand away.

"Do not touch me!"

Cheng Yan's eyes were swollen, and he looked at Dotore as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"You, you have someone you like, you even have a child, but you still left me with the thought, making me think that the one you like... is me."

This time, Dotole heard the intermittent words clearly and grabbed Cheng Yan's wrist irresistibly.

"What are you talking about? The only person I like is..."

Before he could finish his words, Dotole looked at Cheng Yan who raised his hand to cover his mouth. Hot tears fell on the back of Cheng Yan's hand and wet Dotole's chin.

He wanted to pull Cheng Yan's hand away and explain to him, but the boy's slender arm seemed to be welded together, and Dotore couldn't move it no matter how hard he pulled.

"Don't explain, even if you have to lie to me, just for a while, just for a while, can you just look at me? I miss you so much, I've been looking for you for a long time, but you didn't tell me that you already have a family. How could you do this to me!"

"boom."

After a muffled sound, Cheng Yan pressed Dotole onto the bed, lowered his eyes to look at his face, and his tears flowed even more violently.

"Zan Zan, can you please break up with her? I want to be with you. I don't want to have an affair with you. You already have a child, and I don't want to break up a family..."

Cheng Yan choked up, grabbed Dotore's collar and hit his chest.

"But what can I do? I can't let you go. I've been thinking about you for so long. I've thought about you every day since you left. I also wrote you so many letters. I've never written so many letters before. I want you to know how much I miss you."

As Cheng Yan spoke, he took out the envelopes that had accumulated over the years. Hundreds of letters fell all over the room like snowflakes. Dotole was dazzled and wanted to reach out to take a letter, but was held back by Cheng Yan.

"Why do you want to like someone else? These letters are useless. Do you want to kick me out of the house along with these letters?"

Cheng Yan was crying and gasping for breath, looking at the person who was trying to break free from his hands with tearful eyes.

"Don't resist me! Isn't your wife here? We had such a wonderful time, and you don't even want to give me a little memory of it?"

Dotore took a deep breath and said, "Let me go first. You misunderstood. I will explain it to you slowly."

It's more than a misunderstanding, it's a huge misunderstanding. Didn't he only see himself holding the child, and didn't see what the child looked like? Xiaojiu now looks like Cheng Yan's own child. Even if he looked at Xiaojiu once, he wouldn't feel that he liked someone else.

The person on his body had just let go of his hand, and Dotore wanted to stand up, but Cheng Yan, who was not sober, was stronger than an ox and was talking drunkenly, so it was really difficult for him to deal with him.

Just when he was halfway leaning back, his collar was grabbed again, followed by Cheng Yan's reckless kiss. His lips were bitten so tightly that Dotore could already taste the blood, and his cheeks felt wet again, which were Cheng Yan's tears.

He raised his hands and hugged the person tightly, then Dotore turned around and pressed the person under him, continuing this somewhat crazy kiss.