Reborn Curve Siege (gl)

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This body is getting more and more incomprehensible, is it an immortal body? She blinked her eyes in trouble.Think about other things, but the consciousness is so chaotic that it is impossible to think normally.

There was a cold feeling in his body, and the black lines gradually dissipated. Xiao Moxian could feel that his body had regained some strength, but it was not enough to stand up.

"Hehe..." A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, is she going to spend the night here?

Slowly close your eyes, that's all, she can't move anyway, so let's sleep for a while, just for a while.

The tip of the nose suddenly smelled a pleasant scent of epiphyllum, as if the evening wind quietly blowing through the heart at night, a soft object was covered on the lips, and then the hot liquid slid down the throat.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and before she left, her exquisite eyebrows and eyes were magnified countless times and came into her eyes, a pair of eyes as deep as a cold pool were still hanging down, and the straight bridge of her nose was slightly covered with beads of sweat.

She pried open Xiao Moxian's teeth, and poured more liquid into her mouth.Inadvertently, he glanced at her opened eyes, let go of her, and his plump red lips glowed lustrously under the light, "Are you in trouble again?"

Mu Yujun sneered unceremoniously, with a familiar sneer at the corner of her eyes.

"Hmm..." Xiao Moxian didn't say anything, just smiled at her slightly, the melting frailty between his brows made her heart skip a beat.

Unnaturally moving her eyes slightly away, Mu Yujun hugged her horizontally, "I'll tell the teacher when I get back."

Er... Xiao Moxian pulled down the corner of his mouth bitterly, with a pitiful look in his eyes, "Maybe or not?"

"No." Mu Yujun refused coldly, and turned skillfully at small intersections.

"It hurts~" Xiao Moxian continued to act cute, anyway, she always knew how cute she looked when she was weak.

"..." Only showing her a thin chin, Mu Yujun's eyes were extremely complicated where she couldn't see, "What are you doing here?"

"Hmm...by chance..." Xiao Moxian said in a muffled voice, retracting his head into the socket of her shoulder.In my heart, I was thinking about how to round this matter up.

"How much did you hear about the conversation I had with him just now?" She stopped, her eyes slid straight into the bottom of her eyes, as if she was examining something.

"..." Xiao Moxian smiled embarrassingly, "It's almost the same."

"Mmm," Mu Yujun responded softly, and continued to walk forward without saying anything else.

The atmosphere between the two fell into a stalemate and embarrassment.

"Senior Sister... I can understand your feelings." Xiao Moxian closed his eyes in her arms and said softly.She knew all about the pain.

"Hmm..." Mu Yujun's eyes fell on the darkness in the distance, and there were many heavy and unspeakable emotions in her eyes. She pursed her lips tightly, and her body trembled slightly.

Chapter 21

ber.(it was the coldest day in december)

I was 7 years old.

Ever since I could remember, I knew that the relationship between my father and my mother was not good. My father seldom stayed at home, and my mother seldom stepped out of the house.

Every time, I can see my mother sitting on the rattan chair and looking out the window in the attic. It is a damp and cold place. Different spider webs.

There is always a smile on the corner of my mother's mouth, gently sweeping away all the timidity in my heart with the light like the sun.

"Yujun, why don't you go to morning class today?" She saw me from the corner of her eye, turned her head and asked softly.

With two short legs, I wobbled to her feet, grabbed a piece of fabric on it, and said in a timid voice: "Yesterday someone said that I am a bastard without a father, oh mother! I really am Is it wild?"

A gentle and slightly callused hand gently covered my head, and a feeling of extreme peace of mind flowed down from the top of my head to my limbs and bones in an instant, "No! Xiao Yujun has a father, and it's just his job. I'm too busy, so I don't come to see you often."

Being touched comfortably, I squinted my eyes comfortably like a lazy cat climbing up my mother's legs two or three times, and wrapped my arms around her neck, "Well, if mom says no, it must not be."

Well, it has always been like this at home, and what my mother said must be right.So every word she said is regarded as the truth by me until today.

"Mom, what is there to see here? You sit here every day!" I pouted my tender mouth, a little dissatisfied that my mother never accompanied me!

A soft and slender hand was gracefully placed on the tip of my nose, and then there was a burst of laughter like a wind chime: "Is my little Yujun jealous?"

I pulled down the line of my lips in dissatisfaction, and nodded seriously, "Xiao Yujun is jealous, she ate a vat of jealousy!"

The woman turned my body around and turned my face out of the window. The most wonderful light in the world is dotted in her star-like eyes, "Here, I can see the way home."

I turned my head to look out the window, the gray sky, the depressing and lonely street, the air was full of unpleasant decay.

"Ma'am, the master just called and said he was back for lunch." The voice of the old butler suddenly came from behind.

I turned around and easily saw a smile on my mother's face that was brighter than a hundred flowers blooming. I jumped down from my mother's arms and said, "Then I will go to the room to change clothes."

The mother nodded with a smile, "Yes." Then she turned to the old housekeeper and said, "Then I will cook two dishes for him myself."

Every time my father comes back, I have to change my clothes, and put on that kind of complicated and gorgeous beautiful skirt.Because he didn't like his mother's idleness.

At this time, I stretched my hands behind the mirror and tied a beautiful bow around my waist.

The little girl in the mirror has a fair complexion, exquisite eyebrows, and a pair of delicate lips like cherry blossoms, exuding a seductive charm.

I turned around on the spot, and the hem of the flower skirt drew a beautiful arc in the air, accompanied by the crisp sound of the bell on my feet.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door, and the door opened, "Miss, my master invites you to come over."

"Ah! Is father back?" My heartbeat quickened, and my father, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, finally came back! Moistness appeared in the corners of my eyes, and I ran downstairs as fast as I could.

The long spiral staircase is carved with patterns of hundreds of flowers, and the ground under the feet is frosted, and bare feet will hurt when walking on it.

"Bang." The sound of glass breaking came from my ear, that crisp, sharp sound, and my footsteps stopped, and I poked my head out of the handrail to look downstairs.

In the hall, my mother was lying on the ground, her originally smooth hair was messily scattered on the side of her face, and my father held up a long stick and smacked her body, "Draw your handprints on it!" roared It seemed to shake the plates on the table.

The mother raised her head slightly, her lips still had a gentle smile, and her eyes were warm, with a feeling of reassurance, "God, I won't draw a bet, even if you kill me."

Mother is like this, she is always so stubborn about what she decides.

The father's stick was pulled down again, "You bitch, trash! I've raised you for so many years, isn't it enough?"

The mother's body was flushed with dark purple red, "cough cough" coughed up a few mouthfuls of bright red, she rested her head on her arm, and looked deeply at the extremely strange man in front of her, "I won't agree, only I don't agree with the divorce!"

The father trembled with anger when he heard this. He threw the stick aside, strode to the side to help the sitting woman up, and then hugged the woman back to his mother, "You know what? Her gene level is B, if I combine with her, I will have a son with stronger genes."

"Hehe" my mother smiled softly, her eyes gradually drifted away, but I knew that she saw me at a certain moment, because the corner of her mouth evoked that kind of arc full of reluctance and despair for a moment.