Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

The wind was blowing, and the clouds in the sky dyed with the sunset were blown away, and the big peach heart in the rice field was blown to and fro, just like my current mood.

After I finished speaking for a long time, I didn't dare to look back at Mu Junchen's expression.

He didn't respond, didn't say a word.

Why don't you talk, do you really not love me?

I immediately burst into tears, pretending to be generous and said: "It's okay Mu Junchen, it's normal to stop loving, you're tired from staying with me all the time, it's all about me..."

Mu Junchen muffled: "Woo..."

what's the situation? ! ! !

I couldn't believe my ears. I looked back suddenly, and Mu Junchen was crying with his face covered, as if he had been wronged.

"why are you crying?"

If you get back together, you will get back together, if you don’t get back together, you won’t get back together, what does crying mean?

Mu Junchen lowered his head and wiped away his tears: "Damn, it's been a long time... I can't believe my ears when I hear you say you love me again."

I:"……"

So he didn't say yes.

He just thought it was strange to hear me say I loved him.

It was so strange that he cried.

Thinking back on the lot of things I said just now, I suddenly felt that I was so stupid, what was the inferiority complex, why did I say it?Throw someone to death.

I moved to the side, got up slowly, and planned to slip away quietly.

"Where are you going?"

Mu Junchen grabbed my hand and tugged lightly. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, and I sat on the grass again.

Damn I will give you three seconds, hurry up and say you love me, I will run away after three seconds, and I will never see you again!

one, two...

When I counted to [-]:[-], suddenly the light of the setting sun was blocked, and my back touched the soft grass.

Mu Junchen pressed me on the grass, grabbed my hand, and two warm objects covered my lips.

I don't know how long we kissed, but when our lips parted, I stared at the sky in a daze and gasped: "...you...kissed me?"

"Ah, yes, yes..." Mu Junchen had a thief expression inexplicably, as if he was talking to himself, "Suddenly I kissed on impulse, it doesn't seem so difficult to overcome..."

Me: "Overcome what?"

"It's nothing." Mu Junchen shook his head, suddenly smiled, and kissed me again.

I:"???"

He kissed me, so suddenly, I haven't kissed for so many days, but why didn't he say whether he wants to get back together?

Mu Junchen blushed, bowed his head and kissed again, and said, "I love you."

My tears came down again immediately: "Really? Do you still like me?"

"Can this be fake?"

Mu Junchen pulled me up, took a picture of the grass behind me, took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the peach heart in the rice field, and took my hand down the mountain to go home.

As soon as he entered the house, Mu Junchen closed the door and fastened the wooden peg.

I still couldn't believe it, and stood aside: "You said you still love me, so why are you ignoring me these days, I thought you hated me and didn't want me anymore..."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. How could I not love you? It's just that there are some obstacles that I haven't overcome..."

Mu Junchen looked distressed and pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.

After hugging for a while, Mu Junchen took a towel and wet it, came..., wiped my face, and slowly wiped it from the neckline, "I feel okay again now...you know Did I hear you say how happy you are to love me? Why did you go to toss such a big project alone? My wife is so romantic, I love you so much!"

Mu Junchen kissed me hard on the face and mouth a few times.

"Why are you rubbing me?" I suddenly came to my senses, "So you are really sexual|dysfunctional, and now it's cured so you can do it again?"

Mu Junchen's face collapsed in an instant, and then he hugged me with both hands, lowered his head and put his forehead against mine, pulled the shirt I was wearing outside the T-shirt with his hand, slid it down from his shoulder and hung it on his arm. Very scary: "It's not this obstacle, I rubbed on you because..."

"I'm greedy for your body, wipe it clean and it's delicious."

I:"……"

I swallowed, did it myself, and took off the rest of my clothes.

As soon as the T-shirt was taken off, Mu Junchen hugged me to the dining table, his eyes seemed to be on fire, and he buried his head on my chest and tossed about on the flat ground.

Why is he so nice?Then I'll have to work on my pecs too.

Mu Junchen fumbled with my belt to untie it and was about to pull it out, when suddenly he heard a woman's voice outside the door shouting: "Mu Junchen! Junchen, are you in?"

Mu Junchen stopped all his movements in an instant, his face changed, and he listened to the movement outside with his ears up.

"Who is it?" I asked Mu Junchen in a low voice.

"I know you're inside, the neighbor said, you just went in, don't pretend you're not there." The woman outside said again.

"I'll go out and have a look first." Mu Junchen carried me off the table again, "Put on your clothes, no matter what you hear, don't go out, huh?"

Mu Junchen tidied himself up, walked to the door, looked back at me nervously, then opened the door and went out, then closed the door again.

The voice of Mu Junchen talking to the woman was heard outside. Mu Junchen didn't call his mother, but from the woman's words, it could be heard that she was Mu Junchen's mother. They were quarreling and mentioned some family property.

I got dressed and sat on a chair to wait for Mu Junchen. I vaguely remembered that Mu Junchen said his mother treated him badly, thinking that if his mother hit him later, I would rush out to question his mother. As a result, as soon as this thought flashed through, the door was pushed open vigorously from the outside.

A well-dressed middle-aged woman with heavy make-up came in arrogantly. Mu Junchen stood behind him, seemingly unresponsive, and gave me a very nervous look.

"You are Lu Huai?"

Mu Junchen's mother walked in front of me, because she was standing and I was sitting, so I had to look up at her a little.

And looking at her from this perspective, there is an indescribable sense of familiarity. Why do I feel as if I have met Mu Junchen's mother?

The young and flamboyant woman held a cigarette between her fingers, flicked the ash, and pulled one corner of her mouth.

Shocked and cowardly, the child burst into tears on the spot, resisting the urge to cry and continued to ask:

The woman patted the child's head.

The child pursed his mouth, and finally couldn't hold back, opened his mouth and burst into tears.

"Ask you something, talk, what are you doing leaving him here all day?"

Mu Junchen's mother reached out and patted my shoulder.

I shook my head, and found that the face in front of me magically overlapped with the mother of the little fat brother in my memory.

I:"???!!"