"Is it hopeless for a man to have such a simple dream?" Xiang Yutian asked self-deprecatingly, "Little thing, are you looking down on me?"

She dares.

He bit her to death.

"I just didn't expect your dream to be so simple."

Jiang Weiwei shook his head and leaned into his arms.

His dream is too simple.

It's so simple that it doesn't look like the dream of a young gangster...

One woman, one city.

That's his dream.

But now, this city has become his dream, and it is impossible for him to get there...

"When I was a child, I made many wishes. I could learn good marksmanship, meet some art masters, and go to Florence with my parents... Later, my parents were killed, and I knew that people can't have so many dreams. Even if they have them, they can't have so many dreams."

It may not come true.”

Xiang Yutian's voice was low and hoarse.

There was a hint of humility between his eyebrows that shouldn't belong to him.

"Isn't it hard not to be able to go?"

Jiang Weiyi suddenly realized that, having been Xiang Yutian's bedside woman for nearly a year, she actually didn't know as much as she did during this period of imprisonment...

It was the first time she knew about his dream, the first time she knew that a man like him could be so humble...

So humble that I don’t even have many dreams.

"You go for me, it's the same." Xiang Yutian hugged her tightly.

Anyway, he couldn't bear to part with her even more.

"I can't replace your eyes."

"You are everything to me, there is no need to replace you."

Xiang Yutian stared at her, his eyes falling on her soft lips. The beautiful lip shape outlined his favorite color. He looked at it intently, and a feeling of excitement surged in his chest.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Jiang Weiwei raised his face in cooperation, put down the drawing paper, hooked his neck, and took the initiative to open his lips for him, welcoming his lingering touch.

The kiss was inseparable.

Her clothes were taken off easily by him, and she didn't know when she was lying on top of him.

Xiang Yutian left kiss marks on her body and reached out to take off his clothes. The tattoos on his bare and muscular chest were extremely dark.

Stung her eyes.

"Miaomiao, my Miaomiao..."

When they were so entangled in the kiss, Xiang Yutian held her lips and murmured, occupying all of her, including her soul, with one movement.

Her uncontrollable voice made him work harder.

Xiang Yutian breathed low and rough, like a fatal temptation, asking her to surrender her soul obediently...

After the excitement, Xiang Yutian finally fell asleep beside her, but he still held her tightly with one hand.

His body pressed against hers.

Inseparable.

It forms the most ambiguous and explicit picture.

"..."

Jiang Wei turned around and stared quietly at the man in front of him. He had the most charming face.

Fair complexion, short black hair, dark razor-shaped eyebrows, dark eyes with slightly upward corners.

She stretched out her hand and ran her fingertips across the bridge of his nose.

"Miaomiao..." Xiang Yutian seemed to be talking in his sleep, and suddenly whispered, "Miaomiao... I worked so hard to find you..."

"..."

Jiang Weiwei's eyes suddenly became wet as he listened.

Was he looking for her even in his dreams?

That’s not to say that even dreaming is burdening her and working hard for her...

A lot of the past suddenly appeared in her mind, and those fragments that she had almost forgotten all came to her suddenly -

"Because you are Miao Miao."

"What if I'm not?"

"You have died in my hands."

"..."

"If I had known you were Miaomiao at that time...how could I have given up?" "Isn't a man's dream so simple so hopeless?" Xiang Yutian asked self-deprecatingly, "You little thing, are you looking down on me?"

She dares.

He bit her to death.

"I just didn't expect your dream to be so simple."

Jiang Weiwei shook his head and leaned into his arms.

His dream is too simple.

It's so simple that it doesn't look like the dream of a young gangster...

One woman, one city.

That's his dream.

But now, this city has become his dream, and it is impossible for him to get there...

"When I was a child, I made many wishes. I could learn good marksmanship, meet some art masters, and go to Florence with my parents... Later, my parents were killed, and I knew that people can't have so many dreams. Even if they have them, they can't have so many dreams."

It may not come true.”

Xiang Yutian's voice was low and hoarse.

There was a hint of humility between his eyebrows that shouldn't belong to him.

"Isn't it hard not to be able to go?"

Jiang Weiyi suddenly realized that, having been Xiang Yutian's bedside woman for nearly a year, she actually didn't know as much as she did during this period of imprisonment...

It was the first time she knew about his dream, the first time she knew that a man like him could be so humble...

So humble that I don’t even have many dreams.

"You go for me, it's the same." Xiang Yutian hugged her tightly.

Anyway, he couldn't bear to part with her even more.

"I can't replace your eyes."

"You are everything to me, there is no need to replace you."

Xiang Yutian stared at her, his eyes falling on her soft lips. The beautiful lip shape outlined his favorite color. He looked at it intently, and a feeling of excitement surged in his chest.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Jiang Weiwei raised his face in cooperation, put down the drawing paper, hooked his neck, and took the initiative to open his lips for him, welcoming his lingering touch.

The kiss was inseparable.

Her clothes were taken off easily by him, and she didn't know when she was lying on top of him.

Xiang Yutian left kiss marks on her body and reached out to take off his clothes. The tattoos on his bare and muscular chest were extremely dark.

Stung her eyes.

"Miaomiao, my Miaomiao..."

When they were so entangled in the kiss, Xiang Yutian held her lips and murmured, occupying all of her, including her soul, with one movement.

Her uncontrollable voice made him work harder.

Xiang Yutian breathed low and rough, like a fatal temptation, asking her to surrender her soul obediently...

After the excitement, Xiang Yutian finally fell asleep beside her, but he still held her tightly with one hand.

His body pressed against hers.

Inseparable.

It forms the most ambiguous and explicit picture.
To be continued...