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Xu Yuan continued to walk forward with a smile, one step after another, steadily and calmly.

Fang Mo stood where he was, his brain stimulated by alcohol thinking: Why is this happening?

As Xu Yuan walked further and further away, his figure almost disappeared into the darkness, and Fang Mo felt that he could hardly see him clearly.

Fang Mo only felt a void in his heart, and he chased after him impulsively. He squeezed Xu Yuan's wrist, and he was almost mad with anger: "I didn't play with you."

He said with all his heart, "everything I say to you comes from the bottom of my heart."

"I admit that I didn't understand my own heart at that time. But I never deliberately made up nice words to coax you."

Fang Mo slammed into his heart: "Here. It's always talking to you."

Xu Yuan looked at him for a while, with a look of pity flashing in her eyes.He opened his mouth slowly: "And then?"

Such a question is really a dilemma.

Fang Mo stepped back half a step, looked at him fixedly, and said earnestly: "Give me a chance."

Xu Yuan did not speak.

At this time, the night was very dark, and there was a gust of cold wind blowing from the nearby river, Xu Yuan felt that her eyes were also cold.

Sometimes he thinks he is very open-minded.

Xu Yuan curled her mouth: "I took you back from there that day, and I carried you up the stairs. Fang Mo, do you know that you are very heavy?"

Fang Mo moved his lips, feeling flustered, Xu Yuan's tone was too calm.

Xu Yuan lowered her eyelashes, with a smile still on her lips: "I walked up a total of one hundred and eight stairs."

He is really open-minded.That night, didn't he lightly pick up the lubricant and smile at Fang Mo?After the heart is cut like a knife.

He remembered the weight of Fang Mo on his back, and the warmth of his back against his body, not to mention the pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart.

At that time, Xu Yuan seemingly inadvertently splashed Xu Xiaoyin's bath water.In the sweet smell of children's shower gel, he still tasted the salty taste of his tears.

It doesn't taste like much.

Xu Yuan raised her eyes: "But I don't want to go anymore. Tired."

The sound of the wind was exceptionally clear, passing by my ears, hula hula.The four eyes meet each other, not knowing what kind of emotion is surging under the current.

Fang Mo approached him little by little, pinched the corner of his clothes little by little, and hugged him forcefully before he broke free.

Fang Mo hugged Xu Yuan tightly, pressing against his ear, and the heat flowed into his ear: "No."

Xu Yuan was surprised.

Fang Mo's left arm was tightly wrapped around Xu Yuan's waist. He raised his right hand and gently held the back of Xu Yuan's head: "I'm not tired. I'll chase you, I won't make you tired."

Xu Yuan was silent for a few seconds, then raised her hand and pushed Fang Mo away.

Fang Mo looked at him blankly, and said: "I only want you! I am willing to chase, as far as I want, you don't want me."

Xu Yuan has never seen Fang Mo like this.never.

He loves Fang Mo, his exquisite and noble appearance, his ability to handle work with ease, his deep voice, and his knuckle-knuckle fingers stroking his earlobe.

He looks like a child, maybe he was stimulated by alcohol, maybe he was scared, but he was helpless and persistent.

Unlike Xu Xiaoyin who is childish and cute, Fang Mo's innocent name is Xu Yuan, which makes her feel distressed.

Xu Yuan tried to calmly analyze it: it was a man's natural desire to possess and lead that made him feel satisfied because of the words "don't want me" full of weakness and dependence.

However, Xu Yuan thought vaguely, this is obviously not the inflated sense of satisfaction.

This is clearly the feeling of complete failure.

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