Drifting Towards You

Although it is very uncomfortable for her brother to be in love with the enemy, she is a disciplined sister and does not want to sell her brother yet.

Seeing her silent, Si Mocheng reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him: "Xiaoxiao, I'm asking you something."

Li Xiaoxiao was not so afraid of him now, and stretched out his hand to open his big hand.

"Then I ask you, did you know my brother when you were eight?" Li Xiaoxiao asked.

Eight years old...

These two words are like a spell.

Si Mocheng was in a daze, slowly lowering his hands, watching her silently.

"Why don't you speak?" Li Xiaoxiao tilted his head and looked at him.

Did the two of them really have something before?

But at this moment, Si Mocheng was not in the mood to think about those messy things.

He just felt that Xie Yunfan was telling Li Xiaoxiao what happened in the past little by little, so that she could one day accept it calmly.

It was also torturing him with a slow knife, so that he did not have a moment to relax.

Li Xiaoxiao didn't understand why he was suddenly silent when he was eight years old.

Withdrawing his messy thoughts, Li Xiaoxiao stared at him for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask the question he had always wanted to ask: "Simocheng, is there any misunderstanding between you and my brother? "

Listening to her words, Si Mocheng only found it extremely difficult to accept.

You and my brother.

Such clear boundaries.

Si Mocheng lowered his eyes, knowing that he had lost his peace now, being too irritable and sensitive.

But he is difficult to control.

He is not as calm and fearless as he seems.

He was afraid of losing her, afraid that she would hate him, blame him, and blame him.

Li Xiaoxiao regretted it a little, she felt that she probably said something wrong again, although she didn't know which sentence she said wrong.

But she could feel his recent struggle and pain.

She hugged him lightly, rubbed her small face against his face, and said softly: "Don't think about it, what can you tell me? You always carry a lot of things on your back, and hide a lot of things. In my heart, this way I will feel far away from you."

Simocheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, holding her in his arms, and slowly said, "I...not ready yet."

"Well, then you prepare well, I don't want you to be sad for too long alone." Li Xiaoxiao whispered.

She actually vaguely guessed that maybe something happened when she was eight years old.

Or maybe there is something that can be ignored by her.

Si Miaoxue's death, his brother's hostility, his break with the family, his indifference to Ms. Jiang and Elder Si.

Everything seems to be an unfriendly truth.

She just chose to ignore it.

Grandma said that sometimes people can't live too well in their entire lives. This is wisdom.

She knew her wisdom was not enough, but he didn't want to say, she wanted to continue to be confused.

Perhaps one day, what each of them does not want to accept will eventually be torn, and then blood will be presented in front of them.

But she thought, if that day comes, she will definitely accept it.

She is so sure.

Si Mocheng lowered his eyes and gently smelled the fragrance on her body, especially greedy.

Once tolerated restraint and waited until she grew up.

But now when she grows up, he can no longer restrain her.

If you haven't got it, maybe you won't be so afraid of losing.

But since he got it, he could no longer bear the life without her.

Into the night.

After the two tossed for a while, Li Xiaoxiao lay on Simocheng, with his head lightly resting on his chest, his voice was a little hoarse: "Simocheng."