Pretty Her

His expression was terrifying, like a mad beast, without the usual calmness. Yan Wan hidden in the half-bright and half-dark light, glanced quickly, then buried her head, her small head shaking, and she said quietly, "I don't."

She was panicked, and she was clearly guilty. The words were even more angry, and his chest burst into anger, almost bursting.

He gripped her wrist and dragged her over, forcing her to look at him.

She raised her face, and he looked at her expression, afraid, dread, and ... resentment.

The fire in my heart instantly burned the words out of reason.

Because she was lying to him because of another man, she still blame him!

The anger of speech was at a loss, there was nothing to fall on his hands, and he simply jabbed his fingers to fall to the ground, and the sound of the jade falling to the ground broke, but his ears were cold and cold, and his shoulders shook.

"You won't be allowed to go without my permission in the future!"

He looked at him softly and shivered, "Brother ..."

Her body and her soul did not interfere with each other. At this moment her eyes were weak and helpless, but her heart was calm and calm.

She examined the furious man before her.

How arrogant and arrogant he used to be, but now he is spoiled by a small matter. She knew he hated what he looked like when he was sick, because he couldn't control himself, he couldn't control everything. Now, he was more irritable than her when he was in front of her. What was more terrifying was that he could no longer control his heart.

He said that he was willing to accept all her bad thoughts, but he did not know that her badness was more than ten thousand times his imagination.

Yan Wan's eyes were filled with tears, the two swollen waters, the red lips were slightly frowned, and she was extremely wronged: "Did my brother shut me up?"

The anger of speech burned: "Yes."

She burst into tears, "Awan hates her brother most."

Taking a sip of air-conditioning, for a few seconds, he was like a soul-stealer and asked stiffly, "What are you talking about?"

The girl cried so hard, "I hate my elder brother, I hate my elder brother the most. Why doesn't the elder brother believe me and why he should shut me down without asking ..."

Speechlessly sat there. As the girl said in her ear, the farther and farther he was, he could not hear what she said behind him, and the phrase "the most hated brother" lingered in her mind repeatedly.

How could she hate him? She said clearly that in this world, he is most important to her.

The breath was suddenly out of breath, as if he was stuck in his throat, he coughed down, and his robe was covered with bloodshot traces.

The girl froze, "brother, what's wrong with you."

The pain of speech fell on his knees. He started to get sick again.

This time, it was more painful than before. He hurt not only his body but also his heart. The pain in the heart is 100 times better than the pain in the body.

The girl expertly took out the small knife she carried with her, and he did not hesitate to cut her wrist, and the blood was flowing. She handed it to his lips with trembling, and there were tears in the corner of her eyes.

He pushed her away. "Don't drink."

The tears the girl just stopped coming back, "Brother, please take medicine ..."

The head of the speech turned his head indifferently, "Let me die, and when I die, you will be free. See whoever you want, see whoever you want, and never have to suffer any more."

The girl was sobbing and snoring, her eyes flushed: "... Awan is willing to be locked up by her elder brother."

Her words were so nice that he suddenly relented. But when he heard what he wanted to hear, he felt guilty.

The thin lips that were tightly spoken eventually opened, and he was paralyzed looking at her to see how she couldn't wait to feed the blood into his mouth. Because he was willing to take medicine, a smile appeared on her face, and she cried and laughed. It was impossible to tell whether there was more sadness or more happiness.

He suddenly grabbed her other hand and put it at the heart, like a magic wand, stupidly asking: "Awan, if I weren't your brother, would you still care about me so much?"

The girl Lihua was raining, her eyes were full of tears, and her black eyes blinked, "But you are my brother."

He asked weakly, "I'm asking if."

The girl shook her head: "If not, the elder brother is the elder brother."

The eyes of the words faded, and no longer asked.

The great pain brought by the sickness dilutes his previous anger and irritability, and the pain in his body is gradually resolved by her.

The speech regained a little consciousness, and she could see her embarrassment, because she was crying, and her throat was almost dumb, like a unweaned lamb, lying beside him, shaking.

He reached out and stroked her face, restoring the gentleness and patience he should have had, and shed tears for her.

He was probably crazy, and he was willing to make her cry for so long.

"Awan doesn't cry, it's bad brother, you shouldn't lose your temper at you." He whispered softly and exerted her to the utmost.

The girl held his palms, the wet fan eyelashes and the soft red lips flickered, scratching him like a tickle, and explained the previous thing patheticly: "Brother, I have something wrong. My brother lied, I did meet King Qi today ... "

Yan Yu suddenly panicked, didn't want to hear what was behind her, and was afraid to hear something ruthless, and turned her head away, "Don't say it."

She straightened up, her face almost next to him, "I went to see King Qi to tell him about the divorce."

His heart jumped.

She stared at him, throwing word by word: "Brother, since Awan is determined to stay with her brother for a lifetime, that is a lifetime, how can you doubt me?"

She was so close, the warm breath was all over his lips. He had endless beauty in his eyes, sweet words in his ears, she let him fall into the dark abyss, but instantly made him like a happy wonderland.

The eyes of speech moved forward, eager to do something.

I want to kiss her delicate lips, I want to kiss her soft body, and I want to do something with her like a lover.

His broken body gave birth to an anxious longing for the first time.

Seeing that his kiss was about to fall, she shook her head at this moment, and innocently raised the crusted wound to look at him: "Brother, help Awan to apply ointment, Awan does not want to leave a scar."

He had no choice but to stop himself in time, his tone scorching with a bit of desire spreading: "Okay, my brother will apply medicine for you."

He bandaged her wounds, applied her medicine, did everything, and returned to God, and she had fallen asleep on the book case. The sleepy face is so cute.

Every night she stayed in his room, and she always fell asleep in the end. He was used to putting her on his lap, and others carried him, and he hugged her.

Since she came to him, he replaced all the people around him with dumb people. No one would tell her that she was held in his arms every night by him, and for a long time, she was so hot that she was willing to put her back on the bed.

Now, he seems to want something more.

Words send people back as usual. The small building in the middle of the night was silent and everyone was sent off.

He gave her a quilt, fingered the thin lips, and stroked her cherry lips.

He had to find a chance and tell her her life. Afterwards, it depends on her will. He couldn't scare her anyway.

After the words left, the man in the bed opened his eyes suddenly.

She looked up lazily, and smiled and shouted, "Master Baidao."

The white sword floated in the air, pierced her from beginning to end, and finally asked curiously, "You have completely grasped the heart of words, what are you going to do next?"

The girl stretched out her hand, and her white fingertips spotted the red mole under the corner of Baidao's eyes. He didn't hide away, as if deliberately exploring her exposing style.

"If I just want to achieve the mission pass, then I can just let it go. But what I want is a perfect score." She sat up and stroked the white-knife Guihe embroidered placket. "Only Achieve a perfect score, and then go out of the reincarnation to get everything I want, right? "

Bai Daomu nodded: "Yes."

He blinked. Does she look particularly beautiful now. Is it because of ambition that women have ambitions that make them more attractive?

The girl sighed at Bai Dao and continued, "In this task, if you want to get full marks, you must not ignore the hostility and resentment of the host's last life. If you want to live happily, you must leave an untied knot in your heart. The host ’s biggest hatred is the husband ’s ruthless abandonment, in addition to making fun of his destiny. ”

White Sword: "What are you doing?"

"What the host most wanted was probably to see that person upset for her and lose ground. What I want to do is naturally let the heartless man die better than life."

The white sword was not blocked. The world gave her, and that was her decision. What he thought of, he couldn't help but ask, "What about the parable?"

The girl didn't immediately answer. After a moment of silence, she lay down again, her voice fluttering softly: "I'm not an ungrateful person. He is good to me, and I won't treat him naturally."

Bai Dao was sullen. "But you hurt people, it seems to be ruthless."

The girl gave him an impatient glance and said, "I want to sleep."

Bai Dao looked back in three steps, drew into the white mist, and faintly heard her mutter on the bed: "It's really a silly fairy in the middle of you."