"Sran..." She murmured softly, calling his name, and she felt a throbbing feeling in her heart.

Hosran covered her soft little hand, long guided her soft little hand up, overlapped with the bones of his arm, gently pressed against the side of his head, separated her five fingers, crossed her soft fingers, clasped her tightly, and gently rubbed her palm with her thumb abdomen...

"..." She couldn't help but moan and murmur, not only because of the fusion of the flames and the softness on her lips, she was so happy that she rushed out in a thread and flowed to her limbs and bones... and because of his weight, her limbs gently pressed against her, tightened, and held her slender and charming body firmly under her body. She was pressed to feel like she couldn't breathe, and she was filled with breath with her deep kiss, and she was weakly gasping. The feeling was like the bones in her body were crushed and unfolded by him, stretched under him, his big palm swam away from her whole body, and the heavy feeling of caressing made him feel a little broken.

Her palm penetrated into her soft bottom shirt, rubbed her entire upper body through her thin bra...

Then the big palm that wrapped her little hand tightly released, and then covered her tender waist. The slender man was already throbbing, with a trace of tears in the corner of his eyes, and the little hand was caressed weakly and wanted to stop him from moving...Ho Siran's kiss suddenly became more gentle, sucking her tongue and biting it gently, the hot breath overflowed, a soft tone of deep bewitching: "Be good... be salty"

“…Tongtong…let go…”

I don't know how he was bewitched mind, or his strength was too heavy and irresistible. The buckle on his waist was unbuttoned and pulled down. When the whole pants were stripped off from her body, she felt that the blessing was slowly removed. She was a little panicked, but his movements rushed over slowly and violently like a tide. The palm seemed to seep hot sweat from the palm, rubbing her tender buttocks, slowly invading her most sensitive area... The hot and numb feeling that had not been seen for a long time rushed out from there and flowed out violently and slowly, flowing to the limbs, making her tight to ache, and a fine sweat oozing out of her forehead...

Even though he didn't plan to break through the defense line at this time, he could see her desire and nostalgia, at least... he wanted to satisfy her...

"Sran..." Lin Yitong's low moan was already filled with a little crying voice. It was the long-lost and bold pleasure that made her nervous. Her little hands buried in his thick hair and rubbed helplessly, "Don't..."

Huo Siran's movements then slowed down, biting her tongue gently comforting her, his hand gently lifted her last cover, touching the forbidden area that had already been wet and flooded... When the long fingers slowly invaded, her tiny moan was swallowed up in the blended lips and tongue. His movements went from slow to fierce, as if to evoke her most profound and sweet memory, and to remind her of the feeling of being violently merry with him and having a passionate love in the middle of the night... The dripping nectar wet the fingertips, and the surging love was ignited in her body... She gradually could remember the feeling of being loved by him... His fanaticism, fierceness, intenseness, and unstoppable... Those deep nights with ups and downs were like sweet honey, wild and endless...

His long fingers slowly wandered away, touching the points that made her tremble, and gently covered her most sensitive flower core, repeatedly crushing and stimulating, with heavy and long-lasting force...

Her out-of-control trembling sound overflowed into the darkness. He no longer blocked her head, but only buried her head and kissed her neck wet with thin sweat. With the exploration of her tender body in memory, her long fingers penetrated deeply into the softest and most scalable depression... The intense fireworks were detonated, and she was stimulated to murmur, trembling violently, and spasm...

*******

The next day, there was heavy fog in City C.

The car drove closer to the cemetery and the road became more and more difficult to walk.

"You said you would like to thank Lu Qing for your words last night. What did you say? When I left?" As I got closer and closer to Lin Weilan's cemetery, Huo Siran felt more and more panicked. Somehow he remembered what happened last night, and he never had time to ask.

"It was that day when you just flew away, he came to the hospital and saw me. He said a few words to me," Maybe because the old city was approaching and memories were approaching. The tiny man got off the lying window, and a small ball made a bend in the passenger seat, and the clear pupil was staring at him, "He said I was ignorant when I was young, and I didn't know that marriage was sensitive. What an old lover meant to my husband, I would only use justice as an excuse to make you jealous and crazy." She said as she lowered her eyelashes and said hoarsely, "I might have had a revenge at that time. I felt that you had plundered too much of my things and lost too much. I would sacrifice my life to protect Jingsheng. Even if you were angry, it would not be as sad as I lost so many things."

"Hosran, I'm very sorry." She was not a sensible wife, or she didn't know how to be a wife when she was still ignorant.

"What else? I've just said this?" He spoke indifferently, knowing that Lu Qing was a relatively upright person and would not easily favor one side.

"He said you are the same," Lin Yitong twisted her face and looked at the cemetery ahead that became clearer and clearer in the fog. It hadn't been here for a long time. The grass that grew more than one person had completely withered in the winter fog, covered with a layer of frost. It was the place where her biological mother sleeps. Her clear eyes were slightly confused. "You are too arrogant and didn't think about the problem from the perspective of me and my mother. I don't know what the Yun family means to us, so I will naturally protect and save Yun Shang, so..."

So now, Lin Weilan is sleeping quietly here, separated from them.

The car slowly stopped a few dozen meters away from the cemetery. So—

Hosran's thin lips were a little white, and he said lightly: "Do you really think I can go up to worship her now and tell her about our marriage. Do you think she will forgive me?"

Lin Yitong also paused, turned her face and asked softly: "Hosran, have you ever treated her as your mother for that moment?"

Hosran stared deeply into the cemetery, and his handsome face turned to look at her, and said honestly in a hoarse voice: "I said no. Do you believe it?"

"I lost my mother too early, and I don't have much understanding of the word "mother", but in the Huo family, I can see how Gu Wenxi favored Huo Ye. The first time I met her was in the old house in your house. At that time, I saw her indifferent attitude towards you, lukewarm, and even violently opposed you after I knew that I was married to you... I didn't think she loved you at all at that time, and I even felt that if I took you away, I would at least do better than her."

The tiny man looked at him, and she thought he would definitely think clearly later. Lin Weilan was so strict with the child after being greatly hurt, and had a cold and warm temperament.

Holding the steering wheel tightly, he looked at the cemetery again: "The real change of view of her was that before she committed suicide, she did not complain about anything, and did not care about who caused this result, and just thought that she had seen Yun Qinghai's true face in one helplessness. She handled all her funerals, and waited for you to come to Kyoto, and stayed with someone she thought could give you happiness at that time, and after everything felt perfect, she ended herself. I felt that she might love you, and loved her more deeply than anyone else, and when you heard the news of her death, the feeling that the sky had collapsed made me feel guilty. I lost the person who might love you the most in this world, and I made her disappear. I was sorry for you and I was sorry for her."

"Will you feel guilty for committing suicide because you think she loves me?" Lin Yitong was a little surprised and showed a tearful smile, "That's enough." He did not disappoint her.

Whoever is in a marriage will break through the shackles of blood and treat the other party’s parents as if they are already there. They love each other because they love each other and respect each other because they love each other.

For Lin Weilan, feelings are her lifelong destiny. Even if it is hard, she will hit her, so she accepts it. Just like the migratory bird in the north in winter, because it has no temperature to rely on for survival, it will fly away one day.

Holding hands and getting out of the car.

Hosran gently pulled her petite body and wrapped her in his black coat to keep her warm.

"Mom," she knelt in front of the tombstone, brushed off the weeds, and placed the things she brought, peach sauce, silver needle tea, braised fish... "It's the second time I told you that I'm going to get married... But this time, I was willing to marry, and the one I love..." She paused, and couldn't help laughing, "Okay, although it's still the same person."

It was just that she understood and understood it relatively late.

"I miss you very much. I once lived in that old house with only two of us. In the past few years, I have lived like a dream. Fortunately, after waking up from the dream, everything is good and the suffering has passed. I promise you that I will live a good life in the future, especially good, because the person I love just loves me, and is deeper than anyone else. Now I finally understand what it means to win the world by gaining one person. Because the people and feelings I get are precious, I will not feel regretful or regretful if I lose anything and have nothing."

"Mom," she sat upright, folded her hands together, and said softly with a smile, "Bless me."
Chapter completed!