Yi Qianmo's heart suddenly tightened.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, "The hand that was originally holding her neck, which couldn't help but let go.

"Have you seen my mother?" Wang Yuxin murmured.

"What's wrong with you?" Yi Qianmo said.

But Wang Yuxin still answered the question irrelevantly, "Did you see my mother?"

"..." Yi Qianmo suddenly understood, but she was afraid that she was a little confused at this moment.

Are you sleepwalking?

But in his impression, her symptoms seemed to be a little different from sleepwalking.

Or, because her mother's death was too stimulating to her, she refused to accept the fact that her mother was dead.

"I didn't see your mother." He replied.

Even he himself felt a little incredible and was answering what a conscious person said.

After hearing his answer, her face was full of loss and she stood there blankly.

Tears as big as beans kept rolling down her face, dyeing her face, which was already full of tears even more wet.

This is not the first time Yi Qianmo has seen a woman cry.

Many women even like to use tears as weapons to try to make them feel pity.

Facing the tears of those women, he was completely indifferent.

But at this moment, looking at her tears, it seemed that something was blocking his heart, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Stop crying." Yi Qianmo said.

But Wang Yuxin seemed to have never heard his voice at all, tears were still flowing, and there was a faint whimpering sound from her mouth.

Tears became more and more, and the gentle crying sound made Yi Qianmo feel more and more upset.

"I told you not to cry!" As his voice fell, he pulled her over, and his lips were directly printed on her lips, blocking the crying sound that made him feel confused.

I didn't want to hear her crying again, nor did I want to see her tears again, as it would make him feel very uncomfortable.

There was silence in the room.

Some seem to be the only sound of each other's breathing.

The warm feeling on his lips made Wang Yuxin come back to his senses, and then her pupils suddenly widen.

What's going on? Where is she now?

And the touch on the lips...is it a kiss?

The man in front of her is kissing her?

My brain was almost blank, as if it was broken.

All the blood in the body seemed to be concentrated on the lips.

The warm touch, this is...Yi Qianmo's lips?

Now is reality, or just a illusion?

I don't know how long it took, but his lips finally left hers.

Those dark eyes looked at her steadily, "I finally stopped crying."

She opened her eyes wide, tears still hanging on her eyelashes, but the crying finally stopped.

"Why do you... kiss me?" she asked stiffly.

Yi Qianmo pursed his thin lips and kissed her, which was unexpected.
Chapter completed!