Chapter 1111: No resentment in this life, no regrets in this love (3)

Ning Xu curled his lips and gave Shui Jingmo a cheerful and soft smile, just like when they were still together before, when he faced him, he always raised the corners of his lips unconsciously, and The bottom of my eyes is full of love overflowing. Start on the whole network, book guest!
"A Jing," Ning Xu called out softly.
With these two words, Shui Jingmo's heart trembled, and the words that fell on his lips couldn't say anything.
"Have you ever loved me?" She would rather look at him with hopelessness and expectation in his eyes, as if he used to hold his waist and acted like a baby.
The fingers of the water scene ink falling in the wide sleeves were tightly held together, and the nails were pinched into the palms of the hands without intuition.
His face was calm, and his eyes were calm.
But at this moment, he already felt so strenuous even standing facing him like this. He clearly knew that even if he blinked his eyes now, he might break all his persistence. Start on the whole network, book guest!
Let all the persistence of the past ten years be reduced to ashes.
He could not answer.
He knew that he must have loved him, and Xiao Xu was the only person in his life that Shui Jingmo had ever loved. He loved him to the bone.
But he can't say, he can't.
His mother, who had depended on each other for many years, had been threatening him in various ways, even at the mercy of her fate, so he couldn't ignore it. He married Feng Peening, and he couldn't be irresponsible to Feng Peening.
All his cruelty can only be used on the person he loves most, only on Xiao Xu.
So people are such a jerk, and often all the hurt will only be given to the person who loves you the most and you love it, which is like an instinct.
He can't say he loves him.
But if he doesn't love, he can't say it. He has said the things that hurt him the most, and the things that hurt him more. He really can't say it. This is much harder than letting him die.
So he has been avoiding, avoiding Xiao Xu, and avoiding himself all these years, because he can't give the answer to this question, including to himself, he can't give the answer.
Rather than looking at the silent Shui Jingmo, he suddenly chuckled, stepped forward, and gently hugged Shui Jingmo.
It's good, it's the familiar temperature and familiar taste on his body, nothing has changed.
And at this moment, all this is true.
It wasn't the imaginary dreams he had forcibly exchanged for puppet grass, or his stiff body, stiff eyes, and numb temperature in the dream.
Now all this is real, he is real, and embraced him.
Ning Xu raised his head slightly, Shui Jingmo's face was close to him.
"I, I like you very much, A Jing." Ning Xu curled his lips, and some cold lips fell on Shui Jingmo's lips. He wanted to stay longer, he wanted to rub his familiar temperature, he wanted The fusion of the attachment of lips and teeth and the absorption of each other, but he just touched it lightly and left.
Shui Jingmo just stood there, but his heart was already shaken.
As long as Xiao Xu's lips stay so long for even a second, he may be unable to restrain him and want to hold him crazily.
Ning Xu let go of the water scene ink, took two steps back, and stared into his eyes quietly, so deep, nostalgic.
"Xiao Xu, what's wrong with you today?" Shui Jingmo's fingers tightened, and he tried hard to make himself a little easier.