Chapter 818
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"Oh," Mochen replied. "What's it called then?"
Helian Weiwei replied, "The most romantic thing!"
Mochen replied softly in a pleasant voice, "I've never heard of it before. I only remember that phrase."
Helian Weiwei leaned against the door and gazed at the starlight outside. Was this considered romantic talk?
It should be! She hummed softly.
"Sitting back to back on the carpet."
"Listen to music and talk about your wishes."
"You hope that I'll become gentler and gentler."
"I hope that you'll keep me in your heart."
…
Mochen lit a cigarette. His gaze was deep as he took a puff and closed his eyes gently, listening to her sweet and soft voice.
Her voice was originally very sweet and soft. When she sang such a sweet song, it was as if there was a mouthful of honey in her throat, and the sweetness seeped into her organs.
Actually, the first time he heard her sing, he already had this feeling!
He just didn't want to admit it at that time!
Perhaps humans were such stubborn animals.
He already had a different feeling for her, but he kept deceiving himself.
Wasn't he becoming gentler and gentler to her?
And he had already kept her in his heart!
Helian Weiwei listened for a while and asked softly, "Are you listening?"
"Yeah," Mochen replied. "I'm fascinated."
Helian Weiwei closed her eyes. His voice was still ringing in her ears, as if they were very close to each other. Feeling the emotions, she sang slowly:
"The most romantic thing I can think of."
"Is to slowly grow old with you."
…
When Mochen heard this, his thin lips curled into a gentle smile. The cold night wind blew on him, but he didn't feel any coldness.
"Yeah," he said softly. "We'll talk about it in the future while we sit on the rocking chair. You sit and I'll rock you."
Helian Weiwei said softly, "You have to keep your promise."
Mochen asked softly, "When have I ever broken my promise?"
Wei Wei said, "I don't know, but I won't."
Mochen's voice was soft and charming. "I'm not done yet. Be good and continue singing."
Helian Weiwei closed her eyes. Just imagining those scenes made her feel very beautiful.
Even if he was old, he must be an old man who couldn't be more handsome. Was there a group of old ladies coveting him and trying to compete with her?
She sang a cappella:
[Until we're too old to go anywhere.]
[You still treat me like a treasure in your hands.]
Mochen grunted softly, "Yes, but if I can't put it in my palm, it's fine to embed it in my chest, right?"
Weiwei said, "Are you being a hooligan with your words?"
Mochen seemed to think seriously for a long time. "Forget it."
Neither of them wanted to hang up the phone. They listened to each other's breathing and felt the bittersweet taste of missing each other. Mixed together, there was a faint lingering sadness.
Especially Mochen.
He had never thought that one day he would love a woman to such an extent that he was willing to do anything for her. In the dark of the night, he missed her so much that he couldn't fall asleep!
He wanted to hold her in his arms at all times, to love her in all kinds of ways day and night, and to make her give birth to nest after nest of children for him!
Helian Weiwei was speechless.
The sound of his breathing was so pleasant and mesmerizing.
Mochen suddenly said in a low voice, "I dreamed of you last night. I dreamed that I held you in my arms, pressed you down in the tent, and loved you in all kinds of positions. You cried and begged me for mercy."
Helian Weiwei was speechless.
Mochen's voice was slightly hoarse. "I wanted to chew you up bit by bit."
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