"Miss Ji, you ... Let go first." Murong Mian deliberately made her voice sound cold and emotionless, but he himself didn't realize that other than the forced coldness in his voice, there was more helplessness and pampering.
Ji Mianmian shook her head, her tears seeping into the thin fabric behind Murong Mian. She choked,""I won't let you go. Not only this time, but I won't let you go again in the future. You're mine."
Since you're back, I won't let you leave again.
He would not let go again. If he missed it once, he would not miss it a second time.
Murong Mian felt a patch of moisture on her back. She heard her sobbing. There was a struggle in his eyes. His body was trembling. He almost couldn't control himself and wanted to turn around.
Ji Mianmian let go of him."Rest for a while. I'll heat up the breakfast I bought for you. It'll be ready soon."
She sniffled as she got out of bed and went out.