The Deadly Hitwoman: A Lady With Special Abilities

Ning Xu curved the corners of her lips and gave Shui Jingmo a cheerful and soft smile, just like when they were still together in the past, when he faced him, he always raised the corners of his lips unconsciously, and His eyes were filled with affection that was about to overflow.

A Jing, Ning Xu called softly.

Just these two words made Shui Jingmo's heart tremble, and the words that fell on his lips could not be said out.

Have you ever loved me? Ning Xu looked at him, with longing and expectation in her eyes, just like the way he used to hold his waist and act coquettishly.

Shui Jingmo's fingers in her wide sleeves were tightly clenched together, and her nails dug into her palms without feeling.

His face was calm, and his eyes were even calmer.

But at this moment, it was so difficult for him to even stand and face him like this. He knew clearly that even if he blinked his eyes now, all his persistence might collapse.

Let all the persistence of these ten years be reduced to ashes.

He couldn't answer.

He knew that he must love him. Xiao Xu was the only person he had ever loved in Shui Jingmo's life, and he loved her to the core.

But he couldn't say it, he couldn't.

His mother, whom he had been dependent on for many years, had been threatening him in various ways, even at the risk of her life, but he could not turn a blind eye. He married Feng Peining, and he cannot be irresponsible to Feng Peining.

All his cruelty can only be used on the person he loves most, Xiao Xu.

That's why people are such bastards, and all the hurt will only be given to the person who loves you the most and who you love very much. It's like an instinct.

He couldn't say he loved him.

But if he doesn't love her, he can't even say it. He has already said the words that hurt him the most, and he really can't say the words that hurt him even more. This is much harder than letting him die.

So all these years, he has been escaping, escaping from Xiao Xu, and escaping from himself, because he couldn't give an answer to this question, not even to himself.

Ning Xu looked at the silent Shui Jingmo and suddenly chuckled, walked forward and hugged Shui Jingmo gently.

It's so good, it's still the familiar temperature and familiar smell on his body, nothing has changed.

And right now, it's all real.

It's not the unreal dreams that he forcefully exchanged for puppet grass, it's not his stiff body, stiff eyes, and numb temperature in the dream.

It was all real now, he was real, holding him.

Ning Xu raised his head slightly, Shui Jingmo's face was very close to his.

I like you very much, A Jing. Ning Xu curved the corners of his lips, and some cold lips fell on Shui Jingmo's lips. He wanted to stay longer, wanted to caress his familiar warmth, wanted to That kind of attachment and mutual absorption, but he just touched her lightly and left.

Shui Jingmo just stood there, but his heart was already shaken.

As long as Xiao Xu's lips stayed there for even a second, he might be unable to restrain himself and want to hug him crazily.

Ning Xu let go of Shui Jingmo, took two steps back, and stared quietly into his eyes, so deep and sentimental.

Xiao Xu, what happened to you today? Shui Jingmo's fingers tightened, and he tried hard to relax.