The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

"If you think I'm still impulsive, then I can be impulsive for the rest of my life."

Hang Ti: "......"

The outcome of this matter must be revealed now. Seeing Jiang Ze like this, it is estimated that even if she runs away again later, he will use everything to catch her back.

After all, she wiped all traces of herself so clean that he could find her.

Pressing her eyebrows, Hang Ti said earnestly: "Brother Shier, I really don't want to touch love."

It’s too much trouble!

Her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

Jiang Ze looked at her for a few seconds, then held her hand and asked her to look at him, his voice a little hoarse: "Do you like me? Even just a little bit, that's fine."

After he finished speaking, he looked directly at her without blinking, and the strings in his mind were stretched to the limit.

In this unrequited love, he put himself in the most humble position.

Hang Ti didn't expect that he would ask this question suddenly, and she didn't react for a while.

He also gave her enough time to answer and said nothing.

"I, you, why did you ask about this?"

After struggling for a long time, it turned out that it was too far off topic.

Jiang Ze: "..."

He smiled, and the tense nerves relaxed a little: "If you don't refuse directly, I will treat it as if I like you."

Hang Ti: "......"

She said decisively: "No one by one."

Suddenly a finger was pressed on her lips, and the man's rough fingertips rubbed lightly on it, choking all her words in her throat.

Jiang Ze: "I will not accept your rejection."

Don't tell him you don't like it.

He can spend time with her until she likes it.

Hang Ti: "......"

"Then why ask a chicken? Wouldn't it be simpler and more crude to just put a knife to my neck and let me say 'I like you'?"

"If this allows you to say these four words, you can try it."

"........."

Want a cool face? !

Can we try this kind of dirty thing that can’t be brought to light?

Seeing Jiang Zeming's apparent incomprehensibility, Hang Ti gritted her teeth and gave up on the joke.

Putting away her wild and uninhibited laxity, she lit a cigarette and bit it in her mouth.

His attitude became much more serious: "Jiang Ze, do you know why I like smoking such strong cigarettes?"

Jiang Ze looked at her and said nothing.

Hang Ti slowly blew out a smoke ring, held the cigarette to her lips, reached into her collar and took out the necklace.

The photos inside are still so clear and dazzling.

"When I was ignorant, love might have come to me, but I didn't understand it. However, when I grew up, I realized how painful love is."

It was like a long-buried scar that had quietly healed, only to be suddenly torn open.

Jiang Ze's eyebrows suddenly tightened, and the hand around Hang Ti's waist tightened uncontrollably.

That feeling made him start to panic for no reason.

Hang Ti laughed, flicked the cigarette ashes and said, "Tell you a story."

She touched the photo on the necklace: "He is my brother. He has been by my side to take care of me since I can remember. After my parents passed away, he took me all the way to Tibet, protecting me as if he were protecting his eyes. Yes, I thought this was the affection between brother and sister."

"But suddenly one day, I discovered that we were not related by blood, but he said that he would still be my brother, the brother who would protect me forever, and the brother who would protect me from wind and rain."

"It wasn't until later that we were chased by Allen's people. Before anything happened, he protected me in his arms and told me that he liked me very much. I was confused at the time and was hit again. Qiang is only 14 years old. In my mind, he is my brother. My brother likes his sister and protects her because of the love between brother and sister."

Having said this, Hang Ti paused and lowered her eyelashes to cover her eyes that were soaked in red.

"It wasn't until later, when I grew up, that I understood what he meant. It turned out that the love he meant was not limited to brother and sister, but love."

"He loves me." Hang Ti smiled with red eyes: "He is waiting for me to grow up."

For this so-called love, he risked his life.

He gave his life to keep her alive.

Together with that, he died in front of her before he could explain his feelings clearly to her.

Fall in love with her now?

How can we talk about it when it hurts so much?

It hurts so much that it kills me, and I still can’t express it, so how can I talk about it?

Maybe in the eyes of others, this is no big deal, but in her eyes, Hang Ti, love hurts too much.

At least, her brother lost his life for this so-called love.

So much so that she decided not to touch this so-called love again.

Even if she fell in love, she would rather cut it off with a knife.

If there is no weakness, no bondage, there will be no pain.