Come to Douluo, don't you want a relationship

Chapter 262 About the Importance of Girls' Memories

Tears gradually became uncontrollable with Xin'er's pain.

Big drops of tears poured down from his eyes, it was a little different from just now, it had already reached the level that Ning Rongrong could not control at all.

It is said that women are made of water, and Ning Rongrong in front of him is the best example.

The tears pouring down couldn't be stopped at all, and they were getting bigger and bigger.

Realizing that he was completely unable to stop it, he couldn't help thinking that Tang Muchen found other girls and he couldn't stop it, and felt sad all of a sudden.

She couldn't hold back any longer, and the gate of pain in her heart collapsed like a flood.

The whimpering sound gradually increased from low to low, and the sound of tears dripping down was so loud in the silent room.

It hit Tang Muchen's heart like ripples.

[It always makes me sad, I hate you the most. 】

[Go away quickly, don't come to see me again. 】

Although he kept wiping the corners of his eyes with his hands, there were more and more tears, as if he had accumulated too much and now leaked out in large quantities.

And because of her agitated mood, her hands were not heavy, and soon, her small hands continued to rub against her delicate and pretty face, and the corners of her eyes showed a rosy color.

"You look at me."

Tang Muchen's deep voice came.

At the same time, his big hand was not idle, and he took the initiative to hold her face.

"Cow go away."

Because of Ning Rongrong's crying, her pronunciation had a strong nasal sound, and her pronunciation was not right for a while.

Tang Muchen's big hand was blocked by her small hand.

But Tang Muchen, this soulless person, did not admit defeat, and continued to move forward, as if he must support her little face.

Rong Rong naturally would not agree.

As a result, a very strange situation appeared in this room.

The corners of a crying little girl's eyes were red, and she kept blocking a boy's big hand with her small hands, as if flirting, forming a strong contrast with her red and swollen eyes.

"go away."

She stared at him angrily with her beautiful red eyes.

Ning Rongrong's small hand tightly grasped his big hand to prevent him from taking half a step forward.

But the next moment she knew that Tang Muchen, the old love monster, was definitely not aiming for his own face, which was felt when Ning Rongrong grabbed his hand.

Because he didn't use any strength at all, he just grabbed his hand by himself.

In other words, the bastard just wanted to grab his hand.

[The soul is light. 】

He cursed secretly in his heart.

With a strong dislike on his expression, the movements of his hands were not slow at all, and he was thrown aside immediately.

An unhappy look bloomed on his face.

But the tears on his face stopped flowing because of these actions.

Looking at Ning Rongrong in front of him, Tang Muchen thought to himself: "Sure enough, I still don't want to see girls cry."

"I'm still an Asasi man after all."

He moved slightly closer, trying to test Rongrong's thoughts.

She didn't refuse, or rather, because the crying and stopping Tang Muchen just now had consumed most of her strength.

We all know that delicate girls will lack strength after a big cry, and this kind of time is an opportunity for some boys.

Now Tang Muchen is one of those dull men who make people gnash their teeth with hatred.

The big hand stretched out quietly, this time, Ning Rongrong did not refuse.

His hands easily smeared her delicate fair face.

It feels cold to the touch, the skin is delicate and smooth, and there is a refreshing fragrance when it is put together.

Tang Muchen's movements were extremely gentle, he hugged her cheek slightly, and moved upwards slightly.

The movement was very slow, and Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes were wide open, staring at Tang Muchen intently, and seemed to have fallen into a certain state of confusion.

Slowly stretched out his thumb, and stroked her teardrops that were about to drop.

With his head close and his eyes focused, he carefully stroked the tears hanging from her eyes.

"Be good, don't cry, okay?"

His voice was very gentle.

She looked at him with a faint look of confusion, in short, she didn't reject him.

She also wanted to enjoy Tang Muchen's rare gentleness.

He didn't go any further, just gently stroking her round and firm pretty face.

"sorry."

With a guilty tone, he apologized.

"Ok?"

Ning Rongrong opened her eyes slightly, and suddenly broke free from the sadness just now, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

The two have known each other for six years, Ning Rongrong doesn't know how old she was when she fell in love with him, but she must have gotten used to looking at him a long time ago.

She is used to looking up at him from behind, seeing his strength and witnessing his growth.

But what hasn't changed is his absolute power.

No matter who he faces, he looks indifferent, and no matter who he fights, he looks like he can win.

Perhaps, every girl hopes to have someone to look up to.

But if this is the case, it still can't impress her.

What really made her fall in love with him was the unpretentious and sincere relationship between the two of them, as well as his special attitude towards herself.

All she wanted was his special attitude towards her.

It wasn't until she had an understanding of the relationship between men and women that she realized that this is the so-called possessive desire.

However, if you know it, you know it, and this is the only thing she can't lose.

Douluo Dalu does not object to having three wives and four concubines, and even many of her relatives have three wives and four concubines. Tang Muchen's ability to seduce girls when he was a child is destined to not be the only girlfriend.

This, she knew, and deeply understood.

But why did he act so angry just now? He just saw him hugging her waist.

【No, actually, what makes me feel sad is the infinite tenderness and care he showed towards that girl when he put his arms around his waist. 】

[Obviously this is my right. 】

Ning Rongrong fell into a vortex of thinking.

She thought of it, in the tavern, Tang Muchen hugged her slender waist slightly, his face was full of tenderness, the two looked at each other, everything was silent.

But how dazzling this is to me.

……

But Tang Muchen's big hands on the opposite side did not rest idle.

Helping her brush away the tears on her face, such a fair and beautiful face was revealed.

But the red eyes are still red and swollen.

Seeing this, Tang Muchen suddenly leaned forward and gently approached her slightly closed big eyes.

He stuck out his tongue and licked it slightly.

She could feel it, rough and wet.

This action seemed to bring back her memories and became a key for her to rely on Tang Muchen.

Wei Wei emptied her body, and let him kiss her wantonly, even though there was a lot of his sap on her face.

In a trance, it seems to have returned to a certain day in the past.

That day, she quarreled with her father after a long absence, and ran out of the sect alone, and the sky began to drizzle.

The thin rain hit his hair, and his whole body was soaked and uncomfortable.

But I still don't go home.

I kept blaming my father in my heart: I don't want to go to Shrek, I want to go to Wuhun Academy, I don't want to leave him.

Although I had already planned to find a place to live, but because of sloppy, I didn't bring my wallet out.

Squatting in a certain place sadly, looking at the thin rain outside, a sense of sadness flows quietly in my heart.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and I shivered involuntarily.

It was autumn and October, and I was wearing a thin skirt, squatting quietly under the eaves.

There is obviously a lot of traffic outside the door, but it has nothing to do with me.

Shivering outside, I lowered my head slightly to protect my little face from the cold wind.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps.

A scorching hand quietly appeared in front of me.

(Damn it, I reviewed the World of Generals I played in elementary school today, but after playing for a whole day, I quickly coded a chapter)
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