Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Song Hongli reached out to hold Song Qinglian's hand, but at the moment when she touched her fingertips, Song Qinglian retracted her hand like an electric shock.

He felt that his hand was empty, and looked at Song Qinglian amusedly: "What's the matter? Your head is broken?"

Song Qinglian wanted to hug Song Hongli very much, shouted in Song Hongli's arms, and asked Song Hongli to coax her gently, just like she was injured in a fall before.

No...it's not right....

She can't rely too much on Master, otherwise she will have that strange feeling again.

That feeling is wrong.

"Master...Master...I...I..." Song Qinglian didn't know what to say.

Song Hongli heard that her throat was hoarse, so she got up and went to the table, poured a glass of water and brought it to Song Qinglian's mouth: "Come on, open your mouth.

Song Qinglian hurriedly pushed Song Hongli's hand away, and the water in the cup spilled out because of the sudden push.

Wet the quilt and also wet Song Hongli's hands.

Song Hongli's heart tensed, his movements stopped, and the half-bent movement stiffened.

Is Qing Lian hiding from him?

why?

When Song Qinglian saw him on weekdays, didn't she burst out to hug him with a brilliant smile.

He used to think that the contact was too intimate, but now Song Qinglian...doesn't want to contact him anymore?

Song Hongli thought for a long time, then stood up slowly, put the cup in his hand aside, and said slowly:

"Are you blaming me for not agreeing with you when you left Xuanlingzong?"

Although Song Qinglian didn't say anything when she was with her yesterday, she must have resented herself.

On the other hand, Song Qinglian just shrank inward and turned her head away from Song Hongli.

If you can't get close to the Master any more, if there is less contact, she may not be so upset.

Song Hongli sighed: "It's my fault, what I should tell you, it's my fault that you were bullied by others.

Song Qinglian shook her head in a panic, tears still overflowing in disobedience.

She opened her mouth, but said nothing.

"Don't be afraid, now Shizun is with you, no one can bully you" "c"9

Song Hongli spoke nicely in the gentlest voice she could, and when her thoughts changed, she exposed her belly like a child.

"Look, Master is also injured, you won't suffer alone, is your disciple any happier?"

Hearing this, Song Qinglian hurriedly turned her head and saw that Song Hongli's waist and abdomen were indeed wrapped in layers of gauze, and she felt extremely distressed.

Ignoring the little thought in his heart, he struggled to sit up and grabbed Song Hongli's left hand.

Seeing that Song Qinglian finally reacted, Song Hongli followed her to see what she was going to do.

Song Qinglian just held Song Hongli's hand, and tears fell down in Song Hongli's hand.

Song Qinglian clasped Song Hongli's hand even tighter, how could Master get hurt?

Master is so powerful, how can he get hurt?

Song Hongli stretched out his right hand, wiped away the tears from Song Qinglian's face, and sighed, "Stupid."

After wiping away Song Qinglian's tears, she put on the top of Song Qinglian's soft hair and gently rubbed her hair.

However, Song Qinglian only rubbed her head against Song Hongli's shoulder, rubbing the sweat on her head, then immediately raised her hand to wrap around Song Hongli's neck, and brought Song Hongli's face to her.

She didn't want to say anything, she didn't want to say anything.

This cold face, like a god, was right in front of her eyes, just two inches from the tip of her nose.

She wants to kiss him.

I like him so much that I want to kiss him.

If you want to, why not do it?

Song Qinglian stood on tiptoe and kissed Song Hongli's forehead with a little trembling.

Song Hongli maintained his half-bend in order to match Song Qinglian's height, stunned, and did not respond for a while.

Song Qinglian became more and more crazy, holding Song Hongli's impeccably perfect face and kissing her like raindrops.

Eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, cheeks.

In the end, she herself didn't know where she was kissing, she only knew how to get close to Song Hongli infinitely.

She likes Master, she likes Master, she likes it so much.

Song Qinglian suddenly felt that her mouth touched a very soft place, and the moment she touched it was extremely wonderful, like the first snow in winter, with a cool sweetness.

Song Hongli woke up like a dream, and pulled Song Qinglian away from the nonsense, with a look of astonishment, and stroked his strange lips with his fingers.

Song Qinglian was still panting and staring at him.

Song Hongli and Song Qinglian stared at each other for a long time, their sensitive ears reddened from the too intimate intimacy just now.

After a long time, Song Hongli stammered, "You...what are you doing?"

Song Qinglian looked closely at Song Hongli and her eyes seemed to be on fire: "Master, you haven't seen me for three months. I wait for you every day, my disciple misses you very much.

"Think I... can't... can't be like this..."

Song Hongli felt that he stuttered a little too much, coughed twice to remove the unnaturalness in his voice, and continued.

"You are not young now, you should pay attention to this kind of contact. I am your Master...'

"I know I'm not too young, I know." Song Qinglian's eyes were slightly red with excitement, but her words were very serious.

"""I have never wanted to grow up like this! I want to wake up tomorrow morning and be as tall as Master and stronger than Master.

"Only better than Master can I protect you and bear all your troubles and pains for you, Master.

"I hate that I'm useless now, I can't do anything for Master, I think it's me who is tired, I think it's me who gets hurt, I think it's Master who is carefree lying in bed in a daze..."

"But I'm useless... I'm useless..."

Song Qinglian said this, choked up, tears falling down like a broken thread.

Song Hongli gently wiped the tears from Song Qinglian's face with her white sleeves, then took Song Qinglian into her arms, patted her back for comfort, and spoke softly.

"If you think so, Master, I am very happy."

Song Qinglian lay on Song Hongli's shoulder and cried uncontrollably, as if she wanted to cry all her tears in her life.

She would cry for the last time and vent for the last time.

From now on, she will no longer shed tears at will (Qian's Zhao), and will no longer just hide behind Song Hongli to seek shelter.

Song Hongli held Song Qinglian's buttocks and carried her to her own bed. Song Qinglian cried and panted, but her body always cooperated with Song Hongli.

There was a smile on Song Hongli's lips, and then he turned his face and rummaged through the end plate on which the gauze of the medicine bottle was placed.

He pulled out a wooden box, opened the lid with one hand, and contained a box full of small, round white balls, which were very cute.

Song Hongli took one out and put it into Song Qinglian's mouth.

The infinitely sweet taste filled his mouth, so sweet that Song Qinglian half-squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

Song Qinglian forgot to cry for a while, so she got into Song Hongli's arms and hid her body in Song Hongli's snow-white robe.

Song Hongli hugged Song Qinglian.

This situation gave him the illusion of returning to a few years ago in a trance.

It's just that this child has grown up a bit, both physically and mentally.