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Lu Ming felt a little coolness in his neck, and the cold liquid slid down the curve of his collarbone, and disappeared into his hair in an instant.

Wei Lan cried silently, but Lu Mingsi panicked.

He no longer cared about Wei Lan's resistance, and forcefully raised his head, making him look at him.

The man's amber eyes were full of emptiness and sadness that almost drowned him. Tears gathered into streams and slid down his face, but he bit his lower lip firmly and did not utter a whimper.

His lower lip was bitten off, and dots of bright red were dotted on the blue and white lips, which was a bit shocking, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, he just refused to make a sound.

Lu Mingsi's heart was about to break when he saw it, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and awkwardly wiped away the tears from the corners of Wei Lan's eyes, but he couldn't wipe it clean no matter how hard he tried, the feeling of powerlessness made Lu Mingsi flustered as well.

——When did he see Wei Lan in such a dazed state?

In Lu Mingsi's memory, Wei Lan will always burn like a flame.

When he loves, he does not hesitate to sacrifice himself, and when he hates, he also has the courage and determination to ask others to go to hell with him. He always has a firmness that can sting people's eyes, but he has never had such a emptiness and confusion that seems to be taken out of his soul. ...

Lu Mingsi tried to open Wei Lan's mouth to prevent him from hurting him, but Wei Lan's bite was very tight, and if he tried to force his hand, he would only hurt him first.

Lu Mingsi can't help him bear the pain in Wei Lan's heart, Lu Mingsi can't help him dispel the confusion in his eyes, even he can't stop himself from hurting his body... He really doesn't want to Know what to do.

Lu Mingsi held Wei Lan's face tremblingly, not daring to look at his broken eyes, pressed against his forehead, and begged tremblingly: "Lan Lan, don't do this, please, don't do this...I can't lose you again..." is you."

The corners of his eyes flickered with crystals, and he begged in a low voice over and over again.

Wei Lan stared at him blankly, shedding tears, as if she couldn't hear him, she completely closed her heart.

His state frightened Lu Mingsi.

He didn't dare to stop, so he could only tell Wei Lan over and over again how much he cared about him, hoping that a few words of his murmurs would reach Wei Lan's heart, and let him know that there are still people in this world who are Care about him that much.

Time passed quietly, Lu Mingsi did not give up, murmured repeatedly, and kissed Wei Lan's forehead lightly again and again.

He wanted to pass a little of the love in his heart to his lover, so that he could see the light in the darkness and survive the seemingly boundless pain.

Wei Lan cried until her tears dried up, and the dry skin that had been washed by the tears was blown with a slight pain, but this kind of pain seemed to drag his soul back into his body.

In the blurred vision, the sky is far away and empty, just like this world, which has never left a corner for him. In the world, only Lu Mingsi's worried face is the only real freshness.

He has a high nose bridge and deep browbones. Because the outline is too deep, he shows a trace of inhuman indifference, but the eyes that look at him are focused and affectionate, as if looking at the only treasure in this world.

At this moment, Wei Lan couldn't take his eyes off Lu Mingsi's handsome face more than any wonders in the world.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and wrapped it tightly around Lu Mingsi's shoulders. His face was pale, and he asked tremblingly, "Asi, will you love me? It's not the son of the witch clan, not the wife of Xianzun, not what other people expect, It's just Wei Lan, Wei Lan who has nothing...would you love me like this?"

Seeing that he finally reacted, Lu Mingsi was ecstatic, and lowered his head to kiss his dry, tearless eyes that seemed to be crying: "Of course I love you, I only love you...you don't need to live like someone else expects look like you, just be yourself..."

He murmured over and over again, "...Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Lan Lan, I will always be by your side and accompany you."

Between the sea of ​​clouds, Lu Mingsi's voice shook Wei Lan's heart like the echo of the whole world, Lu Mingsi's obsidian-like eyes cast a layer of light golden light under the setting sun, completely reflecting Wei Lan's figure, Blurred the handover line between heaven and earth, as if he was his whole world.

The world is so big, but there are so few things he cares about.

Wei Lan's tears finally burst, and she couldn't help sobbing anymore: "Ah Si, please love me more, I have nothing, nothing..."

Only you, I only have you.

Please, love me forever...

He buried himself in Lu Mingsi's chest, weeping so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

The snow-colored skirt blocked his sight, but it also propped up a closed and safe small world for him.

At least for now, he still has Lu Mingsi's love.

After Wei Lan was tired from crying, she fell asleep in Lu Mingsi's arms, and when he woke up again, what he saw was the silver moon hanging high, and the haze of smoke under his feet, reflecting the waves of the moonlight. sea ​​of ​​clouds.

As soon as he moved, Lu Mingsi was startled.

The man looked down at him, his eyes watered, and asked, "Are you awake?"

"Hmm..." Wei Lan's voice was a little hoarse, he rubbed Lu Mingsi's neck, and asked softly, "Where are we going?"

He was held in Lu Mingsi's arms, with strong arms around his waist. This posture, which Wei Lan didn't like usually, made him feel very at ease at this time.

Lu Mingsi met his relying eyes, a bit of distress flashed across his face, and his voice became softer: "Return to the world."

He paused, then gently kissed Wei Lan's reddened eyes, and the sound was like a feather falling on his heart.

"...Go back to our home. When I return to the Pure World, I will pick the flowers you planted for you again, restore the unfinished chess game for you, and put your favorite silk screen on the bed Mantle... If you want to, I will hold the ceremony again, if you don't want to, then I won't do it, but this time, I will introduce you to the whole world and tell everyone that you are my love, yes More than the other half of my life."

Under the moonlight, Lu Mingsi's eyes regained the brilliance of humanity, but this time, the brilliance was only for Wei Lan.

He kept silent about Yu Chu's matter, as if it could be regarded as that the conversation at the end of the Tianhe never happened.

Wei Lan was a little itchy from his kiss, her eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly struggling on a spider's web, and when Lu Ming had kissed enough, he opened his eyes again and looked at his sharp Jaw, all thoughts in my heart flow.

Now hearing Lu Mingsi bring up those past again, his mood doesn't fluctuate at all, as if both love and hatred have vanished - the person in front of him has become the last medicine that hangs his life, he greedily absorbs it, and loves life The longing for love overwhelms all other love, hate and bitterness.

The hands clasped across the back of Lu Mingsi's neck tightened, Wei Lan lowered her eyes, looking at the afterglow of the scattered lights passing through the clouds on the ground, her lips were slightly raised, a bit sarcasm, a bit painful.

It's just that he lowered his head, but Lu Mingsi couldn't see it.

An anxious flash of urgency flashed in Wei Lan's eyes, he shook his arms, and acted like a baby to Lu Mingsi: "Ah Si, let's go to the town below to rest for the night."

Lu Mingsi thought that he didn't want to go back to the Jingtian Realm, and felt sad for a moment, but now he was obedient to Wei Lan, so he flew to the Wanjia lights below without hesitation without asking, and complied with his request.

It was already late at night, and the inn clerk was awakened by the knock on the door, a bit dissatisfied, but after Lu Mingsi generously sprinkled a handful of spirit stones, he immediately became enthusiastic again.

"Guest officer, the Tianzihao room is still vacant, please go upstairs."

The buddy walked ahead to lead the way, turning his head to peek at Wei Lan from time to time.

Wei Lan was held in Lu Mingsi's arms, leaning against his shoulder weakly, as if he had no bones, his already glamorous face exuded a charming charm under the dim candlelight, especially at this moment when he The eye sockets are reddish, and the fragility dilutes the sharpness of the amber eyes when looking at people, as if they have just experienced some setbacks and are waiting for someone's love.

The buddy has never seen such a beautiful person, and he couldn't take his eyes away for a moment, until an angry cold snort resounded in his heart like Huang Zhongdalu, then he hurriedly looked away, his forehead and nose tip oozing A little cold sweat.

Wei Lan looked at Lu Mingsi's gloomy face, and slowly realized what happened.

He gave a low laugh, leaned forward and kissed the corner of Lu Mingsi's lips, and teased in a very light and delicate voice: "What are you upset about? Isn't I already in your arms? It's late at night, you can see it It’s stunning, how can others see it?”

Wei Lan's amber eyes were half-opened and half-closed to hide a bit of a smile, fiery emotions flowed between her lips, and her eyes pulled Lu Mingsi up and down like hooks, letting Lu Mingsi hug his waist His subconscious tightened, and he vaguely understood why he asked to settle in the city.

It was the sweetness and seductiveness that he had dreamed of, but he hoped that Wei Lan would accept him again because of mutual pleasure and yearning for each other, not like now, the person in his arms desperately wants to confirm something through such behavior .

Lu Mingsi sighed slightly, his eyes were deep, he bent down to Wei Lan's ear and whispered softly: "Lan Lan, don't force yourself, even if you don't do anything, I will still love you with my life ..."

Wei Lan's pupils contracted slightly, and he was stunned for a moment. He tugged on Lu Mingsi's clothes half loosely, staring at the ground in a daze.

The clerk led them into the room and closed the door, and then he tightened Lu Mingsi's skirt as if he had regained consciousness, his face showed the fragility of a drowning person, and the madness of a dying person.

"What if I say... I want to?"

Lu Ming felt pain in his heart when he saw him begging for help. Before he got to the side of the couch, he put him on the table, found the pale softness, and kissed him lightly.

"...It's up to you."

Wei Lan, who was always very passive in this matter, was as persistent as if she had been bewitched this time.

But for some reason, as he kissed and kissed, he shed tears, sobbed and stopped the movements of his hands.

Wei Lan couldn't stop crying, but stubbornly straightened her neck to chase after the softness between Lu Mingsi's lips, unwilling to let go no matter what...

Lu Mingsi looked at his embarrassed appearance, a little dumbfounded.

He let go of Wei Lan, pushed the person who was chasing him back onto the table, and wiped away the tears from his eyes helplessly. What is this kind of thing to confirm, my feelings for you... have nothing to do with anything else."

Wei Lan looked at him sobbing, not knowing if she had listened, but her eyes were still persistently chasing his lips.

Lu Mingsi had to hold him down firmly to make him listen to him obediently.

He looked at Wei Lan solemnly, and expressed his heart with an extremely pious attitude: "I have always loved the light in your eyes, whether it was the yearning for the world when we first met, or the pursuit of freedom when you died, Even the present desire for life... all fascinates me beyond my control."

His love has nothing to do with what Wei Lan did for him, what he loves is the burning soul of this person.

"Wei Lan, I love you."

The love in his heart was almost overflowing, the corners of Lu Mingsi's lips curled up involuntarily, and Wei Lan's forehead was pressed against his forehead, intimately.

Wei Lan's tears flowed more violently, he rushed forward, and said with a bit of viciousness: "Then tell me how much you love me with actions, so that I can realize the deep affection that words can't express."

"Ami, you have to be gentle with me, okay?"

He pulled the knot on his head, tilted his head slightly, and his black hair poured down like a moon curtain. Against the background, his skin was as white as the bright moonlight in the sky.

Wei Lan's amber eyes were wet and red from crying, looking at people mistyly, Lu Ming couldn't refuse.

Since Wei Lan begged him for the idea of ​​living, he would give him the ardor and joy, as well as the unspeakable love in his heart.

If Wei Lan's life depended on his love, he would always be willing to cut open his chest.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the red tent is flying.

It was Wei Lan's begging, to drag him into the emptiness without thoughts, and in that emptiness, Wei Lan deeply realized——he was still alive.

Regardless of whether the world can accommodate him, he will live well.

In the early morning, the oriole outside the window sang a melodious tune, waking Wei Lan up from her light sleep.

When the day was about to dawn, he fainted from extreme exhaustion, but this kind of sleep did not keep him for long. An hour later, he, who had not slept deeply, was suddenly awakened by the sound of birdsong After waking up, he didn't do anything else, he just stared at the hanging bed curtain in a daze, unable to focus his sight.