Chapter 580: You are mine

If it is usual he said this.
Rong Xuelong would only think that this is a way for men to confess to women.
But now, she is very clear.
He is not making a metaphor.
If he had a knife at hand now, he would definitely do something like that.
"I don't want you to dig your heart for me." She squeezed his hand backhand, while continuing to use the palm of the other hand to stroke his chest, "I know your heart is mine, but I like it. It's beating in your chest. If you dig it out, it will die. I don't want a dead heart."
"But it's dying." Tears continued to drip from Jiang Chengwei's eyes, "Before it died, when it was still hot, I want to hand it over to you, sister, if you want to dislike it, wait. If I'm dead, don't you dislike it again? Don't let me see..."
"I didn't despise you." Rong Xuelong actually felt very sad.
She raised her hand, hugged Jiang Chengwei's neck, and let him lie on her shoulders. The hot breath he exhaled was about to burn her blood vessels.
"Cheng Wei, your whole person is mine, like a part of me, how can I dislike a part of myself."
Having said that, tears were also in her eyes.
"I'm yours..." Jiang Chengwei closed his eyes uncomfortably, and murmured and repeated, "I'm yours..."
"You are mine." Rong Xuelong's voice also choked.
She tilted her head and put her forehead against his forehead, next to his cheek.
Jiang Chengwei is like a child who is seriously ill and dying, clinging to her stubbornly and willfully, like a life-saving ice block, because he is now burning like fire.
"You already have me, you can't have anyone else." He had a soft nasal voice.
"I won't have anyone else." Rong Xuelong didn't know what his mood was, and pinched him secretly. "One of you is enough for me, and I can't afford others."
Her fingertips happened to be hard and pinched somewhere. His whole person was already sensitive. When he was stimulated by her, he immediately let out an uncomfortable guttural noise.
"sister……"
"Why..." Rong Xuelong knew of the trouble and withdrew his paw guiltily.
"Can you pinch it again?" Jiang Chengwei said pleadingly.
Rong Xuelong: "..."
"You can pinch me more, you can be a little harder." He grabbed her hand and put it on his chest again, "I feel uncomfortable..."
Rong Xuelong did not respond, but touched his hand along his clothes. His body is hot like a patient with high fever, and her hands are like a cold mountain spring, alleviating his illness.
This time, she didn't pinch him, just stroked him gently.
Jiang Chengwei looked like a cat who was shunned, squinted his eyes in comfort, and moved closer to her.
"Cheng Wei, I actually think that you have always been weird,"
"Um..." Jiang Chengwei felt that the whole person was floating in the clouds, unable to think, and could only respond to her instinctively.
"You always say how much you love me, but you reject my body very much. I take the initiative to give and hug, but you always push me away. Even now, it's me who takes the initiative, you have to cry Do you want to sleep with you?"
Her ending sounded upward, "Huh?"
She said these words as if she was about to vent her anger, and it seemed to satisfy his special request, that she pinched him severely.