Chapter 975 Long Zhutian Is Back (3)

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Long Zhutian hugged Yang Zimei and sat down on the swing in the courtyard.

The warm sunlight, passing through the gaps of the leaves, fell on their bodies in spots, the men were strong and tall, the women were petite and soft, and the four eyes were affectionate and lingering, as beautiful as oil paintings.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to come back today."

Yang Zimei circled his neck and said with a face full of grievances, "I have been waiting for you, from last night until now."

"Fool, I promised you, how could I not come back?"

Long Zhutian hugged her tightly and said, "Unless it is an external factor of last resort, even if I crawl, I will crawl back."

"Every day, where's your phone?"

If Yang Zimei didn't untangle this knot, his heart would not be comfortable.

Long Zhutian reached out and touched his trouser pocket, then took out his mobile phone, "Here it is."

"Has it been turned off all the time?"

Yang Zimei asked suspiciously.

"No, it's on."

Long Zhutian called Yang Zimei's number.

Yang Zimei's cell phone rang, but found that it was an unfamiliar number, and asked suspiciously, "Did you change your cell phone number? Why didn't you tell me?"

"No change."

Long Zhutian replied, "If you change the number, the first person to tell is naturally you."

"But, this number."

Yang Zimei handed her mobile phone to Long Zhutian, "Look!"

Long Zhutian looked at the number suspiciously, then opened the back cover of his mobile phone, took out the card, and found that it had really been changed, he couldn't help frowning, and his eyes became gloomy.

"And this text message, didn't you send it?"

Yang Zimei showed him the text message that cut into her heart like a knife.

When Long Zhutian saw the text message, his pupils became even more blood red, and he took her into his arms with heartache, "You must be sad, right?"

"Well, when I saw this text message, I wanted to die. It hurt like a knife was slashing in my heart."

Yang Zimei said aggrieved, thinking of the heartache and anxiety last night, the tears couldn't help bursting out.

"Little fool!"

Long Zhutian lowered his head and gently kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes, "How could I send such a text message? How could I find you annoying? I wish you could annoy me every day until we are old. Don't die, then die together."

His words were affectionate and sincere, and Yang Zimei's heart was moved again.

Yes, how could she suspect that this kind of text message was sent by him?

How could she not believe him?

"Brows—"

Long Zhutian's slightly rough finger pads gently wiped the cheeks under the corners of her eyes, "Your tears will fall on my heart. Even if I want to abandon myself, I will not abandon you! "

"Um."

Yang Zimei passionately kissed his face, his lips...

Long Zhutian's fiery response, the two kissed each other, inseparable, until the two of them were about to lose control of their urge to desire, he released her urgently and let them calm down.

Yang Zimei's entire face was blushing so red that it was almost dripping blood, his eyes rolled like mist, looking at Long Zhutian with some kind of longing.

At this time, she really doesn't want to care about anything, and if she wastes her work, then let it be useless. She just wants to be united with his spirit and flesh, and will never be separated from now on.

Long Zhutian reached out and touched her back to soothe her emotions, while his Adam's apple rolled up and down, which was hard to restrain.

"Zhou Tian, ​​I want you!"

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