Two words gently, but that's what she wants to do most right now.

She missed his embrace, the warmth and strength of being held tightly in his arms.

Even if his body hurts when he hugs him, he is looking forward to time staying forever in this second.

But at this time, Lu Xingzhi hugged her very carefully, he looked at her for a long time, and then slowly stood up, bent down again, and gently hugged her in his arms.

It's light, it's careful.

It's like I'm afraid that if it's heavy, it will break her.

Beneath the palm of his hand was the warmth left by his kiss, with a wetness.

"Hold on tight." She rested her head on his shoulders and hugged him hard, her hands wrapped tightly around his waist.

Even though the sun outside has risen, the corners of his clothes still carry the cool air of spring, but unlike his clothes, his back is wet, and I don't know if it is the sweat left by his desperate running all night, or the rain marks left by the wet after the rain last night.

His beard stubble, prickly, swept across her cheeks with his movements.

After more than half a month, the big bald head when he left Tsu City also grew his hair back, and it was as soft as his previous hair.

Hold on a little tighter, a little tighter.

Only then can I feel that I am alive, and only then can I feel that I am still there for you.

At the moment when the plane crashed, Jiang Yao really thought that maybe this time it would be Lu Xingzhi to say goodbye to her, and Lu Xingzhi would deal with the aftermath for her.

At that moment, she was still regretting, what to do, she hadn't left a suicide note, and she still told him forcefully that she loved him.

The strength in his arms tightened little by little, even though Jiang Yao felt that he was about to lose his breath, he was still reluctant to let go.

She raised her head, used her lips to find Lu Xingzhi's lips, and then printed them.

Jiang Yao is easy to be shy in love affairs, and rarely takes the initiative to kiss Lu Xingzhi, even if she can't help it, she will at most point her toes and kiss the corners of his lips.

It was probably the only time she couldn't wait to kiss him and get close to him.

She traced his lips carefully, then pried open his lips and slipped inside.

"Kiss me." She murmured softly, wanting a response from him.

There is nothing more testing of human feelings than a moment of life and death.

If it weren't for the moment of brushing shoulders with death, Jiang Yao would never have known that she loved this man so much, so much that she loved it beyond her own expectations, and loved it so much that it was integrated into her blood and engraved into her heart.

In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the occasional bird chirps outside the window, the air smells of the earth after the rain, and the fragrance of flowers in the flower beds on the trees.

The spring in March is very beautiful, the wind in March is very soft, and the sun in March is very bright.

However, what does it have to do with them no matter how beautiful March is?

There is no one else in this world.

Their world is just him and her.

A kiss can create a happy world for each other.

No hustle, no noise, no danger.

It wasn't until he noticed that something was wrong with her breath that Lu Xingzhi reluctantly let go of her and ended the long kiss.

He picked up a pillow for her to lean on, and then gently covered the quilt for her, but the hand under the quilt was still ten fingers intertwined.

The eyes of the two are more lingering than the intertwined fingers, and the kiss that can be ended is inseparable from looking at each other, greedy as if they want to hide each other in their eyes.