After the aftertaste, Su Miao was lying on the bed resting, his cheeks were flushed, tears were in the corners of his eyes, the look of being ruthless/ruthless/pained/loved made Luo Beiqiao feel angry again.

He moved closer to Su Miao, and lightly kissed Su Miao with his thin lips along her delicate collarbone.

The kiss gradually brought back Su Miao's sanity.

"No more..."

The vibrato whispering like a kitten stopped Luo Beiqiao's movements. He stood up slightly with a smile, and kissed Su Miao's lips several times, "Huh? I can't take it anymore? Do it again, okay?"

The deep magnetic voice made Su Miao's heart tremble, thinking that this was the last time they had such an intimate contact, his heart became more and more uncomfortable.

He gently closed his eyes, his wet eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, as if acquiescing to Luo Beiqiao's question.

Luo Beiqiao didn't continue at this moment, he looked at Su Miao silently for a while, then opened his mouth and called softly: "Miaomiao."

Su Miao opened her eyes, a tear slipped down her cheek and onto the bed sheet. He looked up at Luo Beiqiao, the sadness in his eyes seemed to overflow.

Luo Beiqiao felt flustered and uncomfortable. He hugged Su Miao into his arms and comforted him softly, "Don't do it. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

The emotions that Su Miao had pretended to be relaxed and calm for several days suddenly collapsed.

From the moment he made up his mind to break up with Luo Beiqiao, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, no one could tell him, and no one could help him.

He could only cover up his pain, pretending that nothing happened, as if he was still fine.

But as soon as Luo Beiqiao came, that layer of camouflage was easily torn away.

Su Miao buried her head in Luo Beiqiao's chest.

After tonight, Luo Beiqiao will no longer belong to him.

Everything before them will also come to naught.

Su Miao felt uncomfortable thinking about it. He tried his best to suppress his emotions, but the tears still couldn't help but burst out.

Luo Beiqiao felt the wetness on her chest, moved her body slightly and looked down, and saw that Su Miao's face was full of tears.

Su Miao cried silently, but Luo Beiqiao's heart ached.

He stretched out his hand to wipe Su Miao's tears, but Su Miao said at this moment: "Luo Beiqiao, let's break up."

Su Miao's eyes looked at the pattern on the light blue bed sheet, and finally said this sentence in a numb mood.

Luo Beiqiao paused, then picked up Su Miao as if nothing had happened, and held him in his arms while sitting.He kissed the tears off Su Miao's cheeks, and sighed helplessly, "Miaomiao, don't scare me, this joke is not good at all." Even though he knew it was not true, he still didn't want to listen to such words.

"I didn't lie to you." Su Miao moved her body, without looking at Luo Beiqiao, "I really want to break up with you."

Luo Beiqiao froze completely. After listening to Su Miao say it twice, he still didn't believe it.

Su Miao didn't wait for his reply, and said again: "I've thought a lot during this time, and there are too many obstacles in our way, such as secular vision, family members' accusations, nominal uncle-nephew relationship, these are all, we ...and we can't get together in the end."

"Did someone tell you something?" Luo Beiqiao's face was no longer gentle and calm. He restrained his fury, but still couldn't bear to scare Su Miao.

Su Miao lowered her head and said softly, "No one told me anything, but I suddenly figured it out."

"I figured it out..." Luo Beiqiao chuckled with confusion, "Miaomiao, I said I would protect you and not let you face those things. You still don't believe me."

Su Miao knew the meaning of Luo Beiqiao's words, he believed in Luo Beiqiao, but he understood even more that Luo Beiqiao would not let him face those conditions, and he had to bear them alone.

Luo Beiqiao protected him, pampered him, and let him suffer no pain. This condition made Su Miao feel more distressed than the two of them together.

Su Miao was reluctant.

Even after hearing what Su Miao said, Luo Beiqiao didn't have the slightest intention to let go. Su Miao has long been his, as long as he still has him in his heart, he will not let go no matter what.

He took a deep breath, gently grabbed Su Miao's hand, sighed and coaxed: "Miaomiao, can you trust me, I will handle all this well."

Su Miao knew that Luo Beiqiao would not break up with him because of this, and he had already thought of other words for reconciliation.

"Luo Beiqiao, actually, I found that I don't like you that much either."

Su Miao's words completely dismantled the indestructible fortress that Luo Beiqiao had built in his heart.

"What do you mean?" He asked this sentence, unable to maintain his usual calmness.

Su Miao's eyes flashed, and she continued: "You forced me from the beginning when we were together, and your persecution made me lose the direction of my choice. You are experienced in handling things, and I am naturally not your opponent. It is easy. I was lost in your tenderness. Now that I think about it, I seem to be obsessed with the feeling you brought me, because that reminds me of my father who passed away very early."

He looked out of the window with soft eyes and said: "My father passed away early, and I don't have much memory about him, but what you do to me at certain moments will easily remind me of him, don't you... "

"Enough!" Luo Beiqiao roared with suppressed interest, he interrupted Su Miao, pressed him on the bed, and kissed Su Miao vigorously with his lips in his mouth.

After a while, Su Miao felt a burning pain in her lips.

He didn't yell out, he shook his head and tried his best to avoid it.

When he was almost out of breath, Luo Beiqiao stopped, his eyes darkened, and he asked Su Miao word by word, "Your father would do this to you? He would take off your clothes? Take a bath for you? Or even fuck?" you?"

Su Miao was a little embarrassed by the series of questions.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked at Luo Beiqiao.

"Let me go, Luo Beiqiao." As if I let you go, I will let you go, and we will never meet again.

There was no pleading in his eyes, no sign of weakness, and the calmness made Luo Beiqiao flustered.

Luo Beiqiao couldn't stand it any longer, he got up and dressed quickly, wanting to leave here as soon as possible.

The fluster in his heart could not be concealed. When Luo Beiqiao left the room, he buttoned his shirt wrongly, but he didn't realize it.

Su Miao stared at the tall figure that disappeared as the door opened and closed, and finally couldn't help sobbing.

Holding the car key in his hand, Luo Beiqiao left the gate of the old house and drove to his small villa.

After returning home, he didn't go to his bedroom, but quickly went to Su Miao's bedroom.

At least there are traces of Su Miao's life there, which can calm him down.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the room was bleak, except for the cold furniture, everything that belonged to Su Miao was gone.

Luo Beiqiao's expression froze, and he closed the door with a "bang".

Now, even the last bit of extravagant hope in his heart is gone.

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