Something seemed to be blocked in Ran Mi's throat. The dim light, the gentle sound of the waves in her ears, and his question marks all entangled in her ears, amplifying and rumbling, covering up all the sounds in the world.

She didn't know how to answer this question.

Does she love him?

Love?

Ran Mi had almost never thought about this problem. She knew that she had this man's place in her heart, and even this place was quite important. He lived steadily in her warm and small heart, and no one could replace him.

Yes, she wanted to be with him, but she felt that most of the reason was because she wanted to have someone to support her. She was afraid of walking alone under the bustling lights, she was afraid of meeting people like Qi Zishang again, and she was afraid of being...

When she was caught in the rain, no one held her back. She was afraid of many things, but what she was most afraid of was... She gave her heart away completely, only to be crushed by such a powerful man and thrown into the mud.

!

Ran Mi had no sense of security, and the fierce Li Yichuan could not give her enough security at this time. She tried her best to avoid the word love and humbly maintained a trace of pride.

When she was abandoned by the whole world, she lost her basic trust in the world. She only believed in herself. She was the only one in the world who would not deceive herself. Only she would love herself forever. Only she would never leave herself.

!

Ran Mi didn't know if her idea was right.

But she also thought, why was it Li Yichuan, why not Shen Sichen, and not Wei Jia? Why didn't she think about finding another backer?

She was confused and her heart was in a mess. Li Yichuan was very good when he was good. She liked staying with him like that, but once he lost his temper, she just wanted to run away. Isn't this called not enough?

Love, so you can’t accept everything from him?

"Ran Ran, did you hear what I asked you?"

Seeing that she was silent and her breathing was getting heavier, he wrapped his palm around her little face, applied a little force, stared into her eyes, and moved heavily below her waist.

"Ah..." Ran Mi came back to her senses in pain, put her hands on his shoulders, and said loudly and hastily: "I don't know!"

"I don't know what?" He frowned and pressed his waist tighter.

"I don't dare...um...Li Yichuan, please be gentle!" Ran Mi avoided his toughness and sweat began to pour out.

"What are you afraid of, eh?"

She had nowhere to retreat. On the huge bed, the two of them had gone from lying along the bed to her lying across the middle of the bed. Her head had already reached outside the edge of the bed, leaning back. All the blood was rushing to the top of her head, and her hair had fallen.

On the ground, the warm light cast by the lamp on the carpet dyed the flowers on the carpet brown.

She pressed her hands against his chest, her nose twitched hastily, she breathed quickly, and whispered:

"I don't dare to love you, Li Yichuan. I'm really afraid of you. Why are you always so bad-tempered? You say you like me, but you are always as cruel as you want. You can do whatever you want... um... stop.

Come down...you...you can go get a glass of water and pour it in..."

"What?"

Li Yichuan finally stopped pushing inside and looked down at her. Her long hair was messy and messy, and there was mist in the corners of her eyes. Every time she took a breath, the mist seemed to get thicker, gradually making it difficult for him to see her eyes clearly.

"I feel very uncomfortable like this... Well, what kind of oil is outside, it stings..."

She raised her hands to cover her face. When love was not happy, she wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Isn't this strawberry flavor?" He grabbed the small box on the bed and looked at it, then turned to look at her area. It was red and swollen, and the poor little flower couldn't close, and tears were slowly flowing down her face.

Ran Mi quickly retracted her legs, turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and said dullly:

"Li Yichuan, I'm not Lin Yao. I won't say nice words to make you happy. I'm not Cai Mengya. I can't please the old lady. I'm not good at anything. Don't like me anymore... You can find someone good.

Woman, you want me but you dislike me. When you are angry, I am at a loss. If I say one more word, I am afraid that you will be more angry. If I don’t speak, I am also afraid that you will be angry. As you said before, except in bed, I am not afraid of you.

You are of no use. What’s the difference between me loving you and not loving you... I try very hard, but you are always dissatisfied..."

"Don't you know how to act coquettishly?" He put his hand on her buttocks and shook her hard. As long as she said soft words, he would be happy. Who did her softness go to?

"Who would really feel sorry for me if I acted like a spoiled child? Would you? You clearly saw that I was in pain, but you still continued to punish me? Are you happy if I tell lies? They would all say... I won't

...I hate lying, I hate lying, I hate you being mean to me! Li Yichuan, I can’t hold my head up in front of you. I try my best to do as you say. Only when you fall asleep do I dare to get up and learn to make reports. You

I don’t dare to call my friends until I’m out, and I don’t dare to talk to you more than when you’re happy. If you’re in a bad mood, I’ll be your punching bag.”

Ran Mi buried her face tighter and grabbed the pillow with both hands. She was like an ostrich, wanting to hide, but she could only use her slender back to bear everything life gave her, good, bad, sweet,

Bitter...

Li Yichuan lay down, put a hand on her waist, and stroked her gently. The minutes and seconds of the clock ticked by, and her breathing was rapid and slow, all of which touched his heart.

"Ran Ran, I just want you to love me." He suddenly spoke.

Ran Mi arched her body and turned to look at him. Her curly hair was piled on the pillow, blocking her face so that he could not see her expression. He had calmed down. How could he vent his anger against his father?

On her body?

He grabbed her fingers, held them tightly, and put them to his lips. His other hand gently pressed on her back, starting from the first vertebrae and slowly moving downward until it stopped at her back.

On the buttocks.

"Ran Ran, I don't want you to have a hard life. You can go shopping, read books, and find quiet cafes to drink coffee every day as before. You don't have to work hard. You can ask me to act coquettishly or lose your temper. You can scold me.

Hit me, I really don’t want to see you standing far away from me, as if you are practicing hard, and then suddenly run away one day. You actually want to do that, right? Where do you want to run away?

"

It turns out that Mr. Li doesn’t have a sense of security either!

Ran Mi sniffed again, came over, lay on his chest, hesitated, put her arms around his waist, and whispered:

"I like you. As long as you don't hurt me, we will live well."

"Like it?" he murmured.

"I like it." She repeated.

"Don't love me?" He raised her chin, feeling very disappointed.

"A little bit..." She pursed her lips and whispered: "I don't want to quarrel with you, and I don't want to hear you scold me...Really, I really want to go on with you, and I want you to respect me. As long as you

Respect me and I will repay you."

"Then yours is a little, when will it become a big one?" He became more and more frustrated, buried his face in her chest, and asked her dullly.

"If you eat more pork, you'll be a big deal." Ran Mi was silent for a while and tried her best to make a joke.

"I don't have pork. Do you want some spring rolls as big as a stick?" He was encouraged by her, looked up at her, held her face, and asked in a low voice.

Ran Mi was silent again. He or she, who is begging for love? Is it him or her? Is she really that attractive to him? If you give your heart to him, you will become a Buddha and blossom instantly.

Result?

Falling in love is a beautiful thing. In the vast sea of ​​people, Li Yichuan and Ran Mi bumped into each other. Now, they are carefully looking up at the beautiful light, and carefully reaching out to touch the warmth that love has given them.

They are eager and afraid, they are sensitive and fearful.

This is the magic of love. With a proud smile, it lures men and women in the mortal world into a gorgeous magic barrier. It uses its flexible and evil fingers to play with the chess game of love. Some people make every move.

They have to be full of scheming, but some people rely solely on the call of their hearts. No one knows who can truly get close to the outlet of love and embrace eternity.

"Ran Ran, love me, I want you to love me..."

Thirty-year-old Li Yichuan finally bowed his head to love and lay on Ran Mi's body devoutly, resting his forehead on hers, touching his nose with his nose, and brushing his lips against hers.

Ran Mi was his light, and it was engraved into his soul from that first glance that year.

He can be decisive and decisive in the business world, he can be both good and evil, and he can do whatever it takes to achieve the goal. He can walk through the flowers and watch the women weep for him and despise him to the end. But he can only abandon Ran.

Honey, the light that always burned in his heart, the light that led him forward.

"Will you change and never yell at me again?" She hesitated and asked him in a low voice.

"Then it doesn't matter. If you go to the bar to pick up others or accompany others, I'm not polite. I'll beat him to death." He frowned, feeling slightly sour in his heart.

"Why are you like this... When others pursue me, it's because I'm good. Don't hold on to a good woman and drive her away." Ran Mi bit her lip and said seriously.

"Hello?" he asked with a strange expression.

"Hello, Mr. Li." Ran Mi deliberately misunderstood, nodded repeatedly, and even spoke to him in English and French.

Li Yichuan lay down, his heavy body completely pressing on hers, clasping her fingers with both hands and stretching them to both sides.

"It's so heavy." Ran Mi groaned.

"Well... Ran Ran, actually I..."

He wanted to talk about the ring, but it was not an honorable thing to throw the ring he gave away into the toilet after all, so he swallowed his words, smiled again, turned over, and hugged her

Lie down on your body.

"I don't want to be like this..." Ran Mi struggled a little, propped herself up and looked at him.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to ride on me?" He raised his eyebrows and lightly touched her face with his fingers.

"But... you did that again..." Ran Mi breathed out lightly and moved forward.

"What's that again?" He laughed.

"Eh... your... got up... how come it's so easy to get up? Is yours inflatable?" Ran Mi was going crazy. It was so late at night, and he really didn't want her to sleep?

"Things like that always make you happy, right? You don't blame me for your pain today. You can put a few in your bag in the future and I can use them at any time, so you don't have to suffer."
To be continued...