Chapter 1963: Heartache

"Sorry, I sent it out of feeling...no other meaning!! Because I thought of your former lover!!!"

Ling Luoyu slowly raised his eyes and looked at him with blinking eyes.

"You have amnesia and don't remember her... Even if she is standing in front of you now, you don't know who she is!! In my hometown, there is a man named Tagore who wrote such a poem ……The farthest distance in the world is not between you and me, but between life and death; the farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, but you don’t know I love you……"

Mo Xuanchen suddenly grabbed her hand and his eyes flickered: "Luo Xuan, who are you?!"

Ling Luoyu's fingertips trembled lightly, and slowly twitched his hands: "I'm Luo Xuan!!"

She lowered her eyes and got up, staggering under her feet.

"Sorry, I'm drunk, I want to rest..."

Ling Luoyu didn't dare to stay anymore!

She felt the effect of alcohol!

If she stayed here again, she was afraid that she could not control her, and she would talk nonsense and tell everything.

She withdrew to leave, but was stopped by Mo Xuanchen.

"No!! You are not Luo Xuan!! Who are you? What is the relationship between you and the former me?!"

"It's okay!!" Ling Luoyu suddenly shouted, shaking his hand and pushing him away, but because of the unstable feet, he fell back.

"Be careful!"

Mo Xuanchen flipped his arm, hugged her in and turned, turning to fall.

With long hair loose, Ling Luoyu fell asleep in his arms.

Raising his eyebrows lightly, Mo Xuanchen looked at the hip flask on the table: "So fast?"

This pot of wine is specially made by him.

His original intention was to take advantage of Ling Luoyu's drunk time to lay out some secrets. Knowing that she was able to reach her, Jiujin quickly rushed her head and passed away in an instant.

Seeing the limp in his arms, he stooped to pick her up, but he couldn't help but startled.

"So light?!"

A big man, as light as a Hongyu, hugged in his arms as if he was holding a delicate woman.

The faint fragrance comes out, like nephrite jade.

"A big man, but like a woman..."

He opened the door with a smile and put her on the bed.

When bending over, his long hair brushed her cheek.

"Xuan Chen, stop making trouble..."

Ling Luoyu whispered and waved his hand.

Mo Xuanchen's heart felt like a knife cut instantly, and he snorted in pain, and fell onto the bed.

"Xuan Chen?"

She called so natural, so intimate, as if these two words had popped out of her mouth countless times.

Is it? ?

Does she really know her past? ?

Mo Xuanchen stroked his chest, looked at her eyes, and shook his head in disbelief.

"Luo Xuan, who on earth are you?? Did you appear by my side by accident or inevitable?!"

Her cheeks are pink, her lips are like peach blossoms, bright and dripping, the tips of her nose and forehead are dripping with fine sweat, and the air is filled with a woman's unique fragrance.

This smell made his heart rippling, inexplicably not wanting to control himself.

Looking at her sleeping position, Mo Xuanchen couldn't help but slowly stroke her cheek with his fingers.

"Luo Xuan..."

Ling Luoyu rolled over, holding his wrists with both hands, and resting his cheeks on his palms.

"Xuan Chen, don't go..."

Mo Xuanchen's heart hurts more and more terribly. In pain, he couldn't help but kneel before the bed, breathing fast and staring at her cheek.

"How could this be?!"

Why does his heart hurt every time she calls him.