[Mr. and Mrs. Smith] Sister is not good

On the roadside bench under the dark night, Icy frantically helped Dimock wipe off the blood that kept coming out of his nostrils with a tissue.She felt very depressed. Didn't she always be despised for her lack of strength? Now it's just a fist, which has kept her busy for a long time. What's going on!

Anna patted Icy's shoulder without loyalty, and walked away decisively.Perhaps the focus and tenderness in Dimock's eyes were all given to Icy, the "assailant". The school girl felt that her femininity had been hit like never before, her heart was broken into lemon juice, and she simply walked away.

"My name is Dimock, you can also call me... DI."

"..." I don't care about your name at all right now, handsome guy, please raise your head to stop the nosebleed first.

——Sitting here for several minutes, Dimock only uttered such a weird sentence.It seemed that he didn't take the screaming red liquid out of his nostrils seriously at all. He lowered his eyes to look at Icy's thin shirt. The outline of his chest was faintly visible, and it fluctuated slightly due to the owner's emotions.The scene was so lively that it made him feel that such a glance was already extremely sinful.

Away from embarrassment, he tried his best to calmly cast his eyes into the distance.

I don't know why, every time I close my eyes these days, I recall her calm and solemn but very patient side face covering the drawing from the rain, lingering in my mind for a long time.The book said, this is called lovesickness?

"Don't move!" Icy couldn't help complaining in a low voice. Hemostasis is a technical job, and she didn't do very well in this aspect.The young master didn't know what was going on, he didn't seem to care even though he was injured.On the contrary, it was she who was so embarrassed to go back and forth that she used up several paper towels. If she was so full of blood, she would be so happy... She blamed herself so much.

Icy didn't dare to look into this man's eyes at all, his eyes could speak!His innocent expression seemed to silently condemn her for doing something outrageous.

Men's skin is fair and tender, maybe it's because they seldom expose to the sun, but it's a bit pale.Fortunately, he is tall and big, not that kind of overly thin physique. It seems that he is still very tough and reliable, not like a little boy in the traditional sense.

His facial features are very delicate, the deep eye contour under the thick eyebrows is almost unforgettable once seen, even the tall nose looks cute... especially because of Icy's ignorant "care" ", the bridge of the nose was rubbed red.

Realizing that she had been staring at this man's face for more than the usual time limit, Icy licked her lips and looked away: "Speaking of which, today is quite a coincidence."

Well, she was just looking for something to say.

Their encounter was nothing but the simplest and most boring one, she saved his painting, he sat silently opposite her in the restaurant, and now he appeared in the school like a ghost... Dimoke's age should be around 20 Duo, neither a student at the school, nor does Icy remember such a teacher.

No matter what, the scenes of these three encounters are all weird.

If it is said that Dimoke may have something to do with this arms negotiation?She shook her head secretly, denying this inference in her heart.Not to mention anything else, just her fist, anyone who has practiced a little bit, will not be unresponsive and unable to dodge, and it will cause such a serious injury!

Naturally, she couldn't think of another situation... Once Dimok met her, the defense system would automatically collapse.Yes, the man was on purpose, and he also tried his best to pretend to be innocent, to win the sympathy and guilt of the beauty, and there is no pressure to act cute.

Icy didn't talk much, and Dimock didn't know what to talk about because he had never been with a woman he liked.

"It's finally done!" After such a long delay, the mucous membrane and capillaries in his nose finally settled down, and he stopped condemning her rudeness and recklessness with blood.

Stuffing the horrible tissues into the trash can by her hand, Icy stood up, "I'm really sorry, but I have to go, goodbye." Actually, there is nothing that must go, but she intuitively feels that this man is a bit complicated and Danger.Although it looked so harmless, the shaking in Icy's heart still produced a strange resonance, which was an instinct that could only be lurked when encountering a strong person.

Dimoke's appearance is excellent, but his acting style is a bit strange, even too silent.And his bottomless eyes always seemed to contain a space that she couldn't imagine.Like the deep sea, like the starry sky, it is shining and tempting to find out, but it is a particularly risky adventure in the end.

It was getting late at night and the temperature was getting lower and lower. Dimock took off his soot-blue jacket, and it was a rare initiative to take the initiative tonight to put it on Icy's shoulders.And under her astonished gaze, he patiently gathered up her coat to cover the girl's good and charming figure, only then did he feel satisfied.

"It's not appropriate..." Icy was shattered into petrification after he finished the series of gentleman's movements smoothly, and she struggled frantically, wanting to refuse.But Dimok held down his wrist.

The warm breath of the big palm suddenly covered the coldness on the silky skin, Icy shook like an electric shock, and broke free again, a little at a loss.This man seems to have a good impression of her...but she finds it very messy and a little inexplicable.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll wait for you in the park." Dimock's clear voice rang in Icy's ears, and if she was careful enough, she could hear a bit of worry about being rejected.Probably afraid that Icy would not come, or that she might misunderstand, Dimock added, "It's the place where you covered my easel."

Meditation painting can cleanse the soul or something... Looking up at the lonely street lamp in the distance flickering with dark orange light, Dimoke's lips were pursed into a line, and a little grayness flashed in the depths of his clear blue eyes.It took a moment to warm up his mind and look back at Icy.

Icy is completely out of the situation, and she really wants to simply reject it like when she was confessed before.But I always feel that the sudden affection in his eyes is a bit powerless. I am very good?very special?Not at all, at least her appearance is a little lower than Anna who was completely ignored just now, so what is this man thinking?

The circuit of the brain is a little weird.

Forget it, this feeling of being suspended in the heart is very strange, Icy subconsciously wants to refuse to think more deeply.She shook her head, and before she could say anything, Dimoke, who was keenly aware of her emotions, refused again: "Look, I was hurt by you, right?" She gave a slightly cold smile, and the smile in her eyes became more and more obvious and vicious. "So, you have to invite me to breakfast for both emotional and reasonable reasons. Isn't this request too much?"

Icy: "..."

Can you remove the question mark, adjust the word order and change it into a declarative sentence?It's obviously too much!

Are you really ashamed to lose your morals so blatantly, handsome guy?

"Even instant coffee?"

"It's also possible..." In order to pursue the girl who climbed up to his heart, he endured it!

"Okay then. See you again." Icy waved his hand weakly, turned and walked back to the school auditorium.I was silently looking forward to it, hoping that the coffee machine in the breakfast shop was still in a state of collapse.After all, it seems quite interesting to deflate a high-end handsome guy who pays so much attention to the quality of life. He can entertain Icy, who has a very low point of laughter.

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It wasn't too late for her to go home, and the car downstairs had obviously just turned off.Knocking on the door of John's half-hidden room, he saw that he was tearing up a black cotton T-shirt, and there was a bloody scratch on one side of his arm, half the length of a palm.The wound is slightly deep, and the platelets have not fully promoted blood clotting.

This is just a minor injury to the killer, not worth mentioning.But John still obediently let his sister play with him, and made a conscious "I'm a trial toy".

"Why don't you ask your parents for help?" Sighing, Icy brought gauze and ointment from the corner of the table, rolled up her sleeves and was ready to start.Disinfect the virus meticulously, apply it evenly, and wrap the gauze around it. The "patient" was very cooperative, no matter the pain or itching, he didn't say a word, which made Icy's movements more rapid, and the delay from the beginning to the end was only about 1 minute.

She's pretty good at dealing with gunshot wounds—anyone who has an older brother who gets into violent fights from the age of ten is going to be half a nurse!

"Mom will definitely poke my wounds a few more times!" Although the family members know about his special occupation and let it go, it doesn't mean they agree.The old man wanted to cultivate an outstanding successor, but after giving up on him, he felt that his sister's overly free and easy personality was enough to cause headaches.

... It is said that the old couple intends to make another little naughty egg, but what is the success rate?

Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, John, with his upper body bare, walked out of the room to get a glass of cold beer before stepping on his slippers and walking back to the room.He opened the can, played with the small aluminum ring, took a big gulp of beer, and felt cool before opening his mouth to explain to Icy what happened tonight.

"I didn't intend to make a move...but there is a strange person." The person didn't seem to be aiming at ammunition, but he had been staring at him for the past few days, tilted his head, and John drank a few more sips of beer before licking He licked his lips, and continued, "I'm just itching for skills. I fought with that guy a little bit."

Although the younger sister treated the wound neatly, her cold-blooded expressionless face seemed to be bandaging a dummy.But John knew that women were always soft-hearted, and Icy was actually worried.The more worried he was, the more he would never stop him from doing anything.Feeling warm in his heart, John squeezed Icy's face that obviously said "I don't care about you", and smiled happily: "I guess that guy won't be too well. I hurt my arm, and he hurt his leg."

... When they met on a narrow road, the situation was urgent. In fact, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. He only felt that the person was too thin.

"Okay, you don't have to comfort me." Icy was not interested in John's muscular upper body and abs at all... She's not a pervert, so why would she drool at her brother!Relaxing and falling back, she lay on the soft pillow and sighed, "Ten years ago, I made up my mind to 'visit my brother in the cemetery at any time', which is not bad. Maybe 'my brother even died I couldn’t find it, so I had to dig out the grave’!”

Her shoulders were amused by her clear and sarcastic tone. John is very well-bred. Since he was a child, his every move has been cultivated according to the standard gentleman's demeanor. no return.He seldom plays with anything at hand, and he hardly even has small movements.

Putting the empty soda cans back on the table, John said to Icy with a slight interest in his brows, "I heard that you will also go to the 'Illegal Racing' tomorrow night to join in the fun?" It's not that I heard, but I must know that she will go.Deliberately looking up at the sky and looking depressed, "What should I do, I happen to have a mission on that road tomorrow night, so I can't accompany you!"

Icy's expression was astringent, and there were only dots and endless ellipsis left in her mind.

So her physique is newer than Conan's now, where will something happen?

Does this also mean that the main plot is coming and she is an indispensable shining supporting role? !

Stretched out her fingers to poke John's hard arm muscles, "Well, it's time to cut the nails..." She muttered something off topic, then swept her shining eyes over and over again on her brother's pretty face, and finally said only: " Brother, you better get me a bulletproof vest."

If this continues, her mortal body will definitely have an accident sooner or later.

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