I was reborn as my own white moonlight

A straightforward confession is like a car that has no time to brake, rampaging into a heart that has stopped beating, without giving any chance to react.

Unprepared, Hua Yan slowed down by half a beat, his eyes as bright as stars flickered, feeling the fragrance of wine lingering in his breath from the person in his arms.

"I also like you very, very, very much!" Hua Yan added three accents to express his joy.

"I like you a little more than you, and you can't compare to mine!" Luo Jin's cheeks were flushed like a layer of ambiguous blush, her rosy and soft lips opened and closed, even if she was drunk, she still refused to admit defeat. Only when you win the first place will you give up.

"I can't compare, who loves me more than me!" Hua Yan held up his thin chin, kept his eyes open for fear of missing all the emotions of the person in front of him, lowered his head and slowly leaned towards him.

In the end, it fell into a shallow kiss that couldn't be shallower.

One touch is instant, without a trace of nostalgia, as if a devout believer admires the gods, without any selfish desires.

Luo Jin savored the kiss, and replied: "I love myself too, but I like you more!"

"Do you want to hear about my past?" Hua Yan supported Luo Jin, who was sitting on his waist, half leaning on the head of the bed, with his big hand running along the dazzling little curly hair.

"Think." Luo Jin was so hot that she couldn't bear it anymore, she unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, pressed her hot cheek against her cool chest, and let out a soft sigh.

"Okay." Hua Yan stroked her soft hair, talking about the past in a low voice, including the unbearable experience of finding a substitute.

The night is slightly cool, and the years are quiet.

Hua Yan's past is not long or short, a total of 28 years, the previous experience is common, and the transformation has to start from the second year of high school.

After knowing his life experience, he was willing to fall down, until he cheered up and picked up his dream, and ran hard with infinite expectations for the future.

It’s a good thing that the story ends here, but it’s a pity that after the college entrance examination, Luo’s family changed his choice to a school and major he didn’t like, which ran counter to painting.

The Luo family is like a mountain that cannot be crossed, pressing on his back, no matter how hard his knees are, they will be crushed and pressed to the ground, living according to their ideas, and there is no room for freedom.

Speaking of this, Luo Jin looked at him with eyes full of distress, until...

Because of the doubles derived from Bai Yueguang, they have taken care of one after another in the past few years, and each of them is somewhat similar to Hua Yan.

At this time, even though Luo Jin's face was blushing drunk, she could still see a faint blackness.

Hua Yan touched his nose guiltily, cleared his throat, and said, "Nothing happened between me and them, they just put a vase in the room, don't be angry, okay?"

"I'm not angry." Luo Jin said that he was not angry, but his expression did not say so.

Hua Yan kissed his forehead: "Okay, you are not angry, then I will continue."

Hua Yan continued to tell him a lot of secrets that he discovered later, such as this is a book world, they are the protagonists, Mingxu Lindu and the others are raiders from another world, etc.

Hua Yan pursed her thin lips into a straight line, stared at Luo Jin and asked, "Tiantian, I've told you everything you want to know."

"Do you accept me like this?"

The thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if waiting for a severe trial, standing on the edge of the cliff, just a word from him, heaven and hell are within a single thought.

"I...accept it." Luo Jin had imagined thousands of pasts, Hua Yan's past, he guessed eight or nine were close to ten, but what was unexpected was that there was a white moonlight in that part of his heart, and he found it if he couldn't get it. The past of countless substitutes.

But when Luo Jin thought about it from another angle, if Da Yanzi hadn't been reborn, he would have followed in his footsteps.

And the existence of Bai Yueguang thought about it in his heart, but it was just an unnecessary emotion placed on them by the world consciousness, which could not achieve love, but just obsessed with it.

After thinking about it, I was relieved.

"You just lived ten years longer than me, so what right do I have to despise myself?" The cool wind blows into the room through the gap, dispelling Luo Jin's drunkenness, as if she had been rubbed with essential oils, she instantly sobered up.

Hua Yan said softly: "That's great."

A good word entered heaven, the hanging heart was quietly let go, and the heart was filled with infinite joy, and the kiss behind seemed to be a matter of course.

Maybe it's because the atmosphere is too good, or maybe it's because the relationship between the two parties has reached the peak, and they can't help but fit together, feeling each other's inner monologue.

The coming drizzle was light and small, and the mid-term raindrops hit the ground like water drops, and then the squalls swept everything.

After the heavy rain, the rain subsided, and the lingering rain returned to the hazy drizzle.

Luo Jin's dissipated drunkenness surged up all of a sudden, his head was dizzy, his white bony fingers clenched the skirt of his clothes tightly, panting heavily, his red and swollen lips parted slightly, and after a few minutes he said: " May I?"

"What?" Hua Yan was a little confused by the young man's directness.

The two kissed inseparably, and it was normal to wipe, gun, and fire. The burning fire invaded the sober brain, and there was a feeling of confusion and obsession.

"I want... I want... want you." Luo Jin slashed at Hua Yan's reason like a sharp knife, then turned over and rolled into the drawer beside the bed and took out a small bottle of liquid and medicine that had been planned for a long time. A small red box was thrown on the bed.

Hua Yan's string called reason broke.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, there is a piece of mud that needs to be cultivated. Hua Yan wants to plant her own gorgeous flowers, but no one can look at them. Only Luo Jin can not only look at them, but also touch them.

The first step in planting flowers is to dig a small hole. Hua Yan stretched out a finger for the first time, and gently started the road of planting flowers.

Unexpectedly, Luo Jin, who was watching him from the side, bit her lower lip tightly, and couldn't help stabbing: "Can you do it? No, let me do it!"

The broken hair on Hua Yan's forehead was soaked with sweat, and he stretched out his second finger without saying a word, the hole in the ground was bigger, and the fingertips with well-defined knuckles looked a little bit lewd.

Luo Jin snorted softly, blushed, stared at his every movement with sparkling eyes, and didn't make a sound to disturb those who were serious about planting flowers.

The preliminary work of planting flowers is cumbersome, but it is also the top priority. If the pit is not dug well, the follow-up work will not proceed.

When Hua Yan dug a little heavier, Luo Jin kept yelling, and it was obvious that she really wanted to replace him as a flower farmer.

After the hole is dug, the flower seeds are placed. Compared with the meticulousness when digging the hole, the seeds are placed with imperceptible thoughtfulness. It is a little difficult at the beginning, but it will be better later.

"Tiantian, is this okay?" Hua Yan stopped putting the seed on and asked Luo Jin.

"Wait a little longer!" Luo Jin was sweating profusely under the hot sun, and her eyes couldn't help getting moist, "Slow down, it's so hot!"

Hua Yan stopped moving, stared at his burning red skin with concern, wiped his forehead with the same scorching hand, and kissed him, "Or just like this! In the future, there will be..."

Luo Jin blushed and shouted hastily: "You've already dug the fucking hole, and you still want to end it? How can you write that all previous efforts are wasted? Do you know, is the sun shining in vain, my lord?"

"continue!"

"If you can't do it, just tell me." Hua Yan raised his hand to wipe his sweat, his heart was beating fast, and he continued to plant flower seeds.

Although the process of placing the flower seeds is arduous, when all of them are put into the pit, a sense of inner satisfaction arises spontaneously.

After the flowers are planted, it is time to bury the soil and block the pit without leaving any gaps. This step requires the efforts of both of them.

The wind blowing suddenly dissipated the heat from the whole body, and the two looked at each other, and they could see only each other's eyes, and felt the connection from the soul.

When everything was over, Hua Yan embraced Luo Jin who had entered the sage state with her strong arms, and the breaths of both sides were entwined.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Hua Yan's rough fingertips slid across the mottled marks, gradually moving up to describe his eyebrows and eyes.

Luo Jin's voice was so hoarse that she could hardly speak, and she said a soft "hmm."

"I'll take you to take a bath." Hua Yan got up, picked him up, and walked to the bathroom.

About an hour later, Hua Yan carried Luo Jin, who had fallen asleep already tired, out of the bathroom, and returned to their bedroom.

The lights in the room were bright, Luo Jin was placed on a soft bed, and Bai Yu's skin was stained with red marks, which became more and more lustful on the black sheets.

The replaced bed sheet was placed on the chair, Hua Yan picked it up and was about to take it for washing, when she realized that he was about to leave, Luo Jin groaned, not wanting anyone to leave the bedroom.

Hua Yan smiled, squatted down and touched his head, and said, "I'll be back soon, sleep well."

Luo Jin turned over and turned her back to Hua Yan, ignoring him no more.

"Good boy!" Hua Yan went to the laundry room with the sheets in her arms.

Luo Jin was lying on the bed and fell asleep comfortably, but Hua Yan was exhaustingly tidying up and tidying up. It took about an hour or so before returning to bed to sleep.

The next day I slept until noon, and the warm sun shone into the bedroom through the small cracks in the window, bringing light into the dark room.

Hua Yan, who was the first to wake up, rubbed his aching head from a hangover, looked sideways at Luo Jin, who was sleeping with his back turned to him, cast his eyes on the speckled back, and quickly looked away.

He tiptoed out of bed without making any noise to wake up the person on the bed.

After Hua Yan finished washing, he went into the kitchen and boiled millet porridge, fried two dishes of light dishes, and brought them to the bedroom.

The aroma of food lingered around Luo Jin's nose, her stomach let out a cry of hunger, her tightly closed eyes opened suddenly, and just as she was about to stand up, there was a pain in her lower back, as if she was falling apart.

"Fuck, my waist!" Luo Jin stood up with difficulty while supporting her waist, glaring at the culprit.

Hua Yan put down the lunch in his hand and said, "After lunch, I'll give you a massage with medicinal wine, it should feel better."

"Can you still get up?"

"Of course I can get up." After getting used to the feeling of soreness all over her body, Luo Jin slowly stood up while supporting the bed.

"I'll take you to wash up quickly." Hua Yan felt that Luo Jin couldn't walk because of his lack of self-control, so he bent down and picked him up, and took him to brush his teeth and wash his face.