Luo Xingchen closed his eyes, and the best way to comfort her at this moment was the most primitive emotional communication between men and women in the world.

Hug, kiss, possess, demand

Before dawn, Luo Xingchen woke up from his dream.

When her body trembled slightly, a pair of powerful arms tightly wrapped around her slender waist.

She turned around and hugged the man next to her, fine beads of sweat oozing from the skin on her back.

Before, every time she woke up, she didn't see this man beside her.

Even when they were at their best, on their wedding night, when they woke up, she was the only one on the large, comfortable bed.

"What's wrong? Got a nightmare? ”

The man lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and when he pressed his face against it, he clearly felt the heat and beads of sweat on her skin.

Luo Xingchen didn't answer, but hugged him very hard.

"Don't leave me open my eyes every day, I have to see you, I must see you." She felt very uncomfortable, always afraid that when this man would disappear again.

Or, he changed his identity and face again, and went somewhere she would never know.

With that kind of pain, what should she do again?

Jin Zeming, do you really love me?

If love, how could you throw me away so cruelly?

You say you're using your life to win our future.

But you know what?

How would I be worse off than dead without you?

The tears that she could hold back uncontrollably overflowed her eyes, and her fingers were too hard to dig into his skin, but she didn't know it.

Jin Zeming seemed to feel the fear and uneasiness in her heart, so he stretched out his hand and turned on the light.

"Don't"

The light forced Luo Xingchen to cover her eyes with the back of her hand, she didn't want Jin Zeming to see her loss and confusion.

Because he didn't know who he was, he didn't know who she was.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Jin Zeming couldn't see her crying, and his heart was distressed, "Okay, don't cry, tell me if there is anything, I will naturally die to help you." ”

He pulled her hand away and wouldn't allow her to turn her back.

"Weiwei, do you mind SR's mother?" Jin Zeming frowned slightly, hugged her, and kissed the corners of her lips.

He couldn't think of anything else that could make this woman confused and uneasy, because Jin Lovely had almost recovered.

"I" Luo Xingchen opened his lips, not knowing what to say.

But she really wanted to tell him loudly, you are not the Duke of Norlandon, you are Jin Zeming, you are Jin Zeming!

He won't believe, he won't believe.

How do they get back to where they started, how do they get back to their old lives?

Thinking about it, she turned out to be a little uncontrollably sad and sad.

She thought she could be strong, but she didn't expect that in the dead of night, holding the man she loved, she was becoming more and more vulnerable.

"Hmmm! Go ahead! Baby, you can say anything," he pressed against her forehead, leaning over from time to time to kiss the teardrops on her face, "I know you are wronged, is it your family who said anything?" I'll explain it to them after dawn, don't worry, it's my problem. It's not your fault, if it weren't for the fact that the country has just come out of war."

She put her fingers up and gagged his lips, preventing him from continuing.

Last time it was because of those children, this time because of the nationals of country R, when was it for her?

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