Jian Anning remembered that when Yemo was with him, although he was not a drop of alcohol, at least he would not drink heavily, and he would also smoke cigarettes, but Jian Anning had said several times in front of him that she didn't like to smell smoke, and Yemo rarely smoked in front of her.

But now, the night ink addiction and alcohol addiction are quite heavy.

"At night, smoke less and drink less bar." Jian Anning's tone was worried, "When did you start smoking and drinking?" ”

When does it start?

It was probably when Jian Anning said goodbye to him and went abroad.

Later, the bad relationship with Luo Yan often annoyed him, and over time, smoking and drinking became a habit to accompany him.

Yemo didn't reply to Jian Anning's words, his eyes were deep and his face was calm.

Seeing that Yemo didn't speak, Jian Anning's tone couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"Night, your body is your own, can't you cherish it? Do you know, I'm really worried about you like this......" Jian Anning was a little excited, she took two steps forward and praised two steps, but maybe it was because she was too impatient, she didn't know what she stumbled, and the whole person threw herself forward and smashed into the man's arms......

He was topless, the hot heat of his skin through Jian Anning's thin white gauze skirt, infecting her, her head buried in his chest, and when it was quiet, she could even hear his powerful heartbeat.

Jian Anning was stunned for a while.

Reason told her that at this time, she should have left his arms, but ...... She was reluctant, really reluctant.

This is probably her closest contact with him in the past three years.

Jian Anning's thin body trembled abnormally.

Yemo pulled out a hand and grabbed her shoulder, trying to help her up, but Jian Anning suddenly tightened his waist, greedy and reluctant to let go.

"Night ......," she murmured quietly, as if someone had been holding her back so hard that she had to struggle to say every word, "I'm sorry, forgive me for my selfishness, I ...... I just want to hug you, just for a while. “

Yemo's body stiffened, and his hand, which was originally going to help Jian Anning, was stuck in mid-air.

Her tears were rolling down, and his chest was wet.

He was a little surprised, and he didn't even know why she was crying.

Although Jian Anning was crying pitifully in his arms, Yemo didn't hesitate much, and still calmly pushed her away.

At that moment, Jian Anning was a little disheartened.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she thought, at this time, she must be very ugly, but fortunately, he couldn't see it at all.

Thinking that he indifferently pushed himself away, Jian Anning's heart seemed to be blocked by something.

"Night, I ......"

"Tranquility." Yemo spoke heavily, and every word was like a death sentence for her; "I'm married, I've always been sorry for Luo Yan in the past, I can't be sorry for her anymore."

A self-deprecating smile was hooked on Jian Anning's lips, and she asked a little knowingly, "Really?" How do you think I'm sorry for her? If the two of us walk together, we're sorry for her? So, Night, should I cut off all ties with you now? ”

There was no emotion in Yemo's eyes, Jian Anning stared at his cold and neat side face tightly, and the warm moonlight shone in from the balcony, shrouding his handsome face with a slight layer of light and shadow.

It was easy for her to see God.

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