Bai Yueguang Omega Always Wants To Monopolize Me

The cool breath of winter fell into Ji Xiao's nose, and her expression moved slightly, but she didn't expect that she would show something on it.

The clock on the wall clicked for a second, and Ji Xiao thought about it, and then suddenly felt why he had to pretend to go on.

Ji Xiao looked at Wei Qingyu lying in his arms like this, just about to move.

But the world seemed to have insight into her thoughts and twisted her heart fiercely, teaching her to shut up.

Ji Xiaowei curled up, but didn't want Wei Qingyu to take the hands of the two people out of the quilt, and said, "If I were bitten, how could this little peach basket in your hand be intact." "

When Ji Xiao heard Wei Qingyu's words, he pulled out some thoughts from the pain, and asked incomprehensibly: "What?"

Wei Qingyu silently untied the little peach basket held by himself and Ji Xiao, and did not notice the strangeness on Ji Xiao's face.

Two small peach baskets touched together, one was round and flawless, and the other was printed with a row of fine teeth marks.

Ji Xiao remembered the unstoppable excitement of the original owner's naive handwriting, and looked at Wei Qingyu with obscure eyes: "This is your magic."

"Yeah." Wei Qingyu nodded, "I don't know who was sitting on the threshold with a red nose, saying that his little peach basket was bitten with tooth marks."

The girl's voice carried a bit of stubborn ridicule, sending a bit of mint scent to Ji Xiao's ear.

Ji Xiao looked at those slightly bent eyes with a smile, and the pain in his heart turned into depression.

That belonged to the memory between the original owner and Wei Qingyu, not his own.

But the world didn't let her separate from her.

Ji Xiao's face sank slightly, not only healthy Alpha can have terrible possessiveness, all human beings have it.

She held Wei Qingyu's wrist with her backhand, silently removed the little peach basket in her hand and placed it on the window sill aside.

Wei Qingyu was stunned, "Ji Xiao, you..."

But before he finished speaking, Ji Xiao kissed his lips.

After touching softly, a thin layer of mist soon appeared in the girl's eyes.

Taking advantage of the gap between breathing with Wei Qingyu, Ji Xiao raised his head slightly, his voice slightly muffled: "Don't think about the past."

Said to be possessive, in fact, there is also some unreasonable uneasiness caused by mild pheromone disorder.

Although Ji Xiao knew that Wei Qingyu had said to herself that she liked the self she is now, she still had a grudge about this matter in her heart.

The buttons on the girl's neckline had been unbuttoned one by one, and her snow-white skin was touching the cool air, causing a shudder.

The galaxy was shining on the dark night outside the window. Wei Qingyu looked at Ji Xiao above his sight, and saw gloom in her gold-orange eyes.

The last time Ji Xiao showed such an expression was also for the past.

Why…

Before Wei Qingyu could think about it, Ji Xiao leaned in and kissed her again.

The night is quiet, the Milky Way flows slowly in the stagnant winter day, and the faint taste of mint wafts in the bedroom in this foreign country.

Wei Qingyu was held tightly in his arms by Ji Xiao in this way, accepting her violence and gentleness as if the susceptibility period came, and did not push her away.

The morning sun filled the warm bedroom through the skylight glass, and the messy battlefield of last night was no longer visible on the soft carpet.

Wei Qingyu was bathing in the soft morning light with the quilt in his arms. Fan-like eyelashes are the most gentle guardian, guarding the stability of the little white face still in his sleep.

Suddenly, the guardians moved slightly, and then Wei Qingyu gently stretched their arms.

But I don't want to stretch my arms, all I can touch is a mass of remaining warm air.

Wei Qingyu opened his eyes with some doubts, but found that Ji Xiao was really not by her side.

She thought that Ji Xiao had already gone downstairs for breakfast, so she changed her clothes and went downstairs, but there was only Aunt Wu downstairs.

Wei Qingyu watched Aunt Wu serve her the prepared breakfast, then sat at the table and asked, "Where is Ji Xiao?"

Aunt Wu: "Miss went to church early this morning, maybe she is still a little scared about next week's surgery. Although there is a 93% chance of recovery, the 7% also makes me a little worried. I'm uneasy."

Wei Qingyu nodded slightly disappointed when he heard the words.

She always felt that Ji Xiao's actions could not be fully explained by next week's surgery.

"Let's make some home-cooked food at noon today, what would Miss Wei want to eat?" Aunt Wu asked.

Wei Qingyu thought for a moment, and said, "I can do everything, let's make mashed blueberries for Ji Xiao. She has been talking about it for many days."

Aunt Wu nodded, and said: "I went to the morning market here today to buy a duck for the young lady. Originally Miss wanted to eat hot pot at noon today, but Dr. Ann warned her not to eat spicy beef and mutton seafood. The young lady had no choice but to give up, and it seemed a little sad to get her in the car."

Aunt Wu smiled as she said, she picked up the dishes in her hand, and said: "Really, Miss Mingming's stomach has been unable to eat spicy food since the accident, but it seems that she has changed the taste recently, so she likes to eat it. "

When Wei Qingyu heard Aunt Wu's words, he took the coffee cup and took a meal.

It seemed that something finally got in its correct position, and it made a clear "Da."

She seemed to know why that expression would appear on Ji Xiao's face as long as she mentioned the past.

It also seems to understand why the two words "destiny" will continue to appear in Ji Xiao's mouth.

In fact, I should have discovered it a long time ago.

From Ji Xiao’s sudden change in her attitude towards herself and even the people around her, from her grades becoming so good, from when she obviously couldn’t eat spicy food but couldn’t help stealing it, even the instant noodles that existed as a haze became her favorite. Favorite food.

There was even the wrong answer that I ignored last night.

There were too many clues in Wei Qingyu's mind, which made her stand up from the dining table without having to eat breakfast, "Aunt Wu, which church did Ji Xiao go to?"

Aunt Wu pointed to the north direction, "It's the one we passed by yesterday. It looks very close. Miss Wei, would you like me to send it..."

A winter breeze blew into the room from outside, causing the red fire to fly wildly.

Before the word "you" was uttered by Aunt Wu, Wei Qingyu took the key coat and walked outside the house.

The dull sound of the car door sounded, and Aunt Wu saw that the Porsche 911 parked in the yard was driven out by Wei Qingyu.

The bright red is like a flame that will never go out in the snow-white winter.

The crowds gradually faded away in the church just after the prayer, and there was a slender girl sitting in a row of black and empty seats.

Ji Xiao sat alone in the church, looking at the plaster statue surrounded by candle lights.

The gods in the dreams were sitting on the golden lotus in bright clothes, just like the gods painted in a Buddhist hall, but they were telling themselves the words in the "Bible·Ecclesiastes" of the man with white robe and beard.

The priest standing on the front podium had long noticed the strange eastern face who came here alone.

He looked at Ji Xiao and walked to her with the nerves in his hand, "Miss, I think you have been sitting here for a long time. Is there anything bothering you?"

Ji Xiao didn't expect that the priest would take the initiative to come over, and was slightly startled.

She looked at the tall man in a black robe in front of him, and hesitated to preach to him in proficient English: "I once dreamed of a sentence in my dream, "What has been done must be done again, and what has been done must be done again." , I don’t know how to understand."

When the priest heard Ji Xiao’s words, he smiled and explained to her: “It’s actually very simple. From our personal point of view, the world is a one-way line. In fact, from God’s point of view, they have seen the same thing happen repeatedly. Many times. Maybe you are not who you are now, but the world is constantly circulating and repeating in this way. The world is nothing but it does not prevent us from exploring the true meaning in it."

The priest's English is very authentic English accent, and the concatenated words come out of his throat like a long-lasting agarwood.

A word and a sentence fell in the heart of the person who was taught, slowly exuding a meaningful fragrance.

At this moment, a blond curly boy ran over and pulled the priest's sleeve: "Father Michael, the archbishop is looking for you."

"Okay, I'll be there later." The priest gently rubbed the boy's head.

Then he looked at Ji Xiao's white gauze that was deliberately hidden under the turtleneck sweater, and said, "Miss, since you have had the honor to communicate with God, I believe God will bless you too. I wish you a smooth operation next week."

When Ji Xiao heard the words, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but the priest's deep pupils were like a deep pool of water.

He nodded slightly to Ji Xiao again, then turned and left with the Bible in his hand.

The sun gradually rises to the sky, and the giant stained glass in front of the church reflects magnificent colors, and each panel is painted with the story of Jesus' salvation.

Ji Xiao thought that Xu was fortunate enough to receive the gift from God when he helped Wei Qingyu.

Since fate repeats itself again and again, then this gift of her will also expire one day.

Xu Shi had already experienced life and death once, and Ji Xiao thought about it again, but he didn't even have the initial fear.

After all, this is what Qi Qi told her with her actions.

Ji Xiao thought about going forward and bought a candle to pray.

Sparks touched the twister of the candle, and a golden candle burned.

"God, I greedily make a wish to you, hoping that I can accompany Wei Qingyu as long as possible, and meet her again in the next life or the world where I live."

At this moment, Ji Xiao suddenly felt his heart hurt.

The thin stick she was holding in her hand was dropped to the ground by her, staggeringly leaning against the side table.

The magnificent window glass cast a large amount of brightness into the church, and Ji Xiao saw a figure she was very familiar with at the end of the long aisle.

-Wei Qingyu.

The boots under the girl's feet hit the wooden floor of the church and also hit Ji Xiao's heart.

She didn't know why Wei Qingyu came here suddenly, the colic in her heart sounded a long alarm.

The faint mint aroma fermented in the cold winter, and volatilized in the sunlight stained with stained glass.

Wei Qingyu stopped just a step away from Ji Xiao, his cheeks that were blown by the cold wind were a little blush.

The turquoise pupils lifted slightly, watching Ji Xiao's pupils quietly as if seeking an answer.

Then, she opened her lips lightly, her calm voice with a somewhat unstable aura: "Ji Xiao, you are not Ji Xiao actually, are you."

The author has something to say: Ji Xiaocao: Actually I am Aladdin's vinegar lamp, now you want, um...!

Wei indifferently sealed Ji Xiaozun's mouth and pulled on the lamp.