Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

After hanging up the phone, I leaned over, looked at the cat's eyes, and opened the door in surprise.Outside the door was the young boy who inexplicably said he liked my class, and it was also the beginning of this cold war between Yuan Fan and me—because of this boy, Yuan Fan deliberately spilled hot soup on himself.

Now this child has no strange enthusiasm, no inexplicable hostility, and no eye-catching cuteness. He is really embarrassed now, with snot and tears everywhere, and there are scratches and bruises on his body. It seems that he has fought all the way. He ran over desperately, rolling and crawling.He jumped in and hugged my leg, almost knelt down, wailing, "Mo Xiaoqi, I beg you, I was wrong, please help me!"

I was thrown a little unsteadily, and took two steps back, but these two steps were mistaken for avoidance, and the boy grabbed me even more terrified, "Aren't you the gentlest! Help me!"

I was really a little horrified. I couldn't stand still when I was drunk. He shook me vigorously and fell to the ground. Then the child seemed to be climbing on driftwood, pulling my clothes and almost crawling. , for a moment I almost thought of zombies. "Please let go." I gritted my teeth and wanted to push this person away, but fear is the most powerful force in this world. My arms began to tremble, but I couldn't push him away. He became more and more ferocious.

When I was at a loss, a pale and slender hand grabbed the boy's hair and pulled him away with all his might.I stared blankly at Yuan Fan who appeared in front of me. He probably ran over too. A faint pink color appeared on his pale face, and he was panting slightly. Then he squatted in front of me, eyes full of Nervous "Mo Xiaoqi, are you hurt?"

Yuan Fan’s hand that reached out to help me was trembling. Seeing that I was still a little confused, he hugged me into his arms and rubbed against my neck, “I’m sorry, I didn’t handle it well, I scared you. ?” I didn’t answer his question, just when I wanted to push him away, his irritating smile disappeared after so many days, and he seemed to have changed back to the sensitive crying boy he used to be, and he suddenly cried Come out, hold me tightly and don't let go.

"Mo Xiaoqi, you, listen to me. I want you to be happy and less troubled, but I must have used the wrong method. Let's stop arguing, okay? I'll tell you everything."

Yuan Fan is really a tall man now, an adult man, but now he looks very much like the boy in my memory, who twisted his arm in despair, hit his head on the floor and cried.He always knew that I would soften my heart, and I really didn't want to continue.I pushed Yuan Fan away, looked at his red eyes, and actually thought to myself, this man looks so good when he cries, especially when the three people in this room are all crying one after the other.

I almost laughed when I thought about it. "What's the matter with him?"

Although Yuan Fan always cried in front of me, he was still very proud. He calmed down, wiped away his tears, and turned his head to look at the person who was thrown out by him, his face covered with snot, tears and blood.Then Yuan Fan sniffed, helped me up, pulled me to sit on the sofa, and then, like a child, circled me with his legs, hugged my waist with both hands, and nestled in my arms , is simply a koala.