Chapter 2487 Fool, It's True

Hearing such a sentence suddenly, the blood in Feng Sujin's whole body seemed to stop flowing, and her heartbeat also stopped.

She didn't dare to move, for fear of hearing it wrong.

Her whole body was stiff and tense.

She could hardly believe it, was it her Mr. Jiajun's voice?

Isn't he in the blood palace now?

Feng Sujin really wanted to turn her head to look, but she didn't dare, she was afraid it was her illusion.

No one knew how much she missed Jun Mohan in her heart.

My heart hurts just thinking about it.

Some emotions cannot be controlled by letting her control them.

If she just stood like this, she could deceive herself into thinking that Jun Mohan was in the room behind her, by her side.

Get her excited and make her blood boil.

She was afraid that if she turned around, it would be a hallucination.

Feng Sujin didn't expect that she would also become timid.

But at this time, she was really timid.

After a while, Jun Mohan still looked at Feng Sujin standing stiffly by the door, motionless.

He sighed softly, "A Jin, why don't you turn around and look at me?"

Feng Sujin's appearance made him feel distressed and helpless, but he didn't know what to do with her?

He couldn't be more distressed at the moment.

How could he miss her!

So he couldn't wait to come to her.

He had left his breath on Feng Sujin's bracelet before.

So he can discern Feng Sujin's location and find her.

Hearing such a sentence again, Feng Sujin was almost sure that the voice was real.

Feng Sujin turned around excitedly.

The moment she saw Jun Mohan, Feng Sujin almost cried.

Excited, she hurried over and threw herself into Jun Mohan's arms.

Jun Mohan opened his arms, caught Feng Sujin, and hugged her tightly.

Jun Mohan exerted great force, as if he wanted to melt Feng Sujin into the blood of his body.

He closed his eyes fiercely, put his head on top of Feng Sujin's, and smelled her breath.

At this moment, holding Feng Sujin in his arms and feeling Feng Sujin's breath, Jun Mohan's heart is at ease.

At this moment, Jun Mohan felt that the missing heart was made up.

For him, Feng Sujin is an indispensable part of his life.

Without Feng Sujin, his heart would be empty, as if he had no heart at all.

Not even temporarily.

No one knew how much he suffered in the past few days after being separated.

Feng Sujin leaned against Jun Mohan's arms, almost crying.

Her eyes were hot and sore, she buried her head in Jun Mohan's arms, and took a deep breath of Jun Mohan's breath.

Feng Sujin breathed greedily.

Even if she hugs Jun Mohan now and feels Jun Mohan's breath, she still feels like a hallucination.

She still felt a little unreal.

She kept shouting in her heart, "Mo Han, Mo Han..."

Jun Mohan said in a hoarse voice: "Well, I'm..."

Jun Mohan's voice was hoarse and sighed, and it was deep with longing.

Some feelings simply cannot be expressed in words.

After a while, Feng Sujin regained her senses a little bit, she looked up at Jun Mohan and said, "Mohan, it's really you, I'm not mistaken, I'm not dreaming?"

Jun Mohan's eyes were full of pity and redness, he took Feng Sujin's hand and put it on his lips and kissed it, "Idiot, it's me, it's true."

At this moment, he had too many things to say to Feng Sujin, but he didn't know which one to say, it seemed that just looking at her like this gave him a sense of security.