Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

As soon as the words were spoken, it was like a flood breaking through the floodgates. Once a little leaked out, the rest behind could no longer be contained.

He threw the pillow aside casually, rolled twice and fell to the ground.

The stimulation was too great, and Luo Yu couldn't bear it and bent down. Her eyelashes were already wet, but she grabbed Nan Qiao with her hand and clasped her wrist, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw and refused to let go.

"Nan Qiao...don't let me go, okay..." Luo Yu repeated it again, trying hard to look at Nan Qiao, with tears in her eyes that were teetering on the edge of falling. The redness that appeared for some unknown reason spread to the end of his eyes, which was extremely pitiful.

Nan Qiao raised his head, casually took out a tissue and wiped it, still in the original position, looking up at him.

Facing Luo Yu's panic, Nan Qiao curled up the corners of his mouth and laughed suddenly, as if he had heard some joke.

"Luo Yu, when did I say I don't want you anymore?"

"But you didn't say you always wanted me." Luo Yu's voice was hoarse. The irritated body has not recovered yet, it keeps trembling, and it is impossible to straighten up the waist. I can only put my elbows on my knees to barely support my body.

"Even if you always wanted it, you didn't say in what form." Even if she got married and kept him outside, wouldn't it be the same?

"Ha..." Nan Qiao was really helpless. Regardless of Luo Yu's trembling body, he pushed her over. Luo Yu had been drinking and was very excited. He looked tough, but in fact he had no strength at all. When Nan Qiao pushed him, he fell directly onto the back of the sofa.

"Hmm..." His back hit the soft sofa, and his body bounced with the sofa. Luo Yu groaned. Before he could react, he felt a heavy weight on his leg. When he looked up, Nan Qiao was already on his crotch.

Kneeling with his legs beside Luo Yu, Nan Qiao held his face and looked down on him.

"Luo Yu, you have to tell me so that I know what you want." Nan Qiao brushed away the messy hair from his face and gently wiped away the moisture at the end of his eyes with his thumb.

Luo Yu's chest rose and fell, and he put one of his hands on the back of Nan Qiao's hand. He was not in the mood to pay attention to the sudden change of position. He raised his head, his eyes confused and stubborn, "Then... can I say anything?"

"Tell me about it." Nan Qiao lowered his head. He was very close, but the drunken Luo Yu still couldn't see her face clearly, as if he could never figure her out.

Luo Yu's heart ached, "Nan Qiao..."

"Since you won't let me go, then can you..."

"Can it be just me forever?"

"I don't want to leave."

"It was only you." Nan Qiao groped his skin, "It will be the same in the future."

"Didn't I tell you on the first day we met? I can't let you leave, even if you want to."

"The news is not true, it doesn't happen."

"Then will you get married?" There was a bit of hope in Luo Yu's eyes, burning with a small flame.

His status cannot be compared with Nan Qiao, and he cannot marry into a rich family, but if she doesn't get married, he can stay with her forever, right, just like before.

Self-deception.

"meeting."

The fire was extinguished, and it rained, turning it into pools of water. Luo Yu struggled to lower his head to escape. He had cried so many times, and this was the first time he resisted crying in front of Nan Qiao.

Nan Qiao held his head firmly, preventing him from moving at all.

"Nan Qiao!" Luo Yu growled, but his tears fell on the back of Nan Qiao's hand drop by drop. He wanted to push Nan Qiao away directly, but he was afraid that he could not control his emotions and hurt her, so he could only hold back his tears.

"Luo Yu, if you want to have a lifelong relationship, you don't have to get married." Nan Qiao said seriously.

"...What do you mean?" Luo Yu froze.

Nan Qiao smiled softly and wiped his tears gently, "I have never explicitly said that I want to support you."

"Ok?"

"Is it comfortable to use the unlimited card? Does it feel good to have constant resources..."

"It's easy to talk about these things. It's understandable that you treat me as a supporter."

"Did you like it just now?"

"Luo Yu, who else do you think I would do this to?" Nan Qiao counted each item in Luo Yu's ear.

"Besides, I've said I like you many times, haven't I?"

"Not just in bed."

Luo Yu's eyes were wide open and he was speechless. Nan Qiao was right. Nan Qiao said these words so naturally every time. He always thought they were just for flirting and never thought about whether she was serious.

"So, how long have I misunderstood?" Luo Yu bit her lip.

Nan Qiao sighed helplessly: "Maybe someone misunderstood me from the beginning."

"Thinking about it this way, I was really wronged. My wife almost died."

"Ha..." Luo Yu burst out laughing, but couldn't hold it back and shed a few more tears.

Nan Qiao smiled when he saw it: "It seems that I drank a lot of water tonight." He cried all night, whether he was sad or happy.

"Nan Qiao, husband—" Luo Yu gently pulled off Nan Qiao's sleeve.

"Ok?"

"Let's kiss."

"Okay, wife." Nan Qiao lowered his head.

Tears, Nan Qiao's breath, and... his own smell, were closely intertwined in the quiet snowy night.

The snow outside the window bent the branches, and the people inside the house probably had to lose their strength again.