A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

In fact, thinking about it carefully, Bo Jinghan felt that he could understand Yun Chunxi's laughing and fussy life, which seemed to be living wantonly.

She was just like herself back then, she pressed the wound to the bottom of her heart and allowed it to fester, but she also wanted to wrap the outside with a hard wall to bury the scar.

But she knows better than anyone else how perfect she is on the surface, and she can't smooth out his existence even though the wound is ignored.

Only... by facing this wound squarely, can I get real relief.

But Bao Jinghan didn't say these words.

One is because the timing is not right now.The second consideration is that Yun Chunxi may be the same as herself, unwilling to let outsiders know the little innocence in her heart, right?

There is actually no difference between man and beast when they are injured.

If the injury is serious, they will find a place where no one is around, and heal the wound by themselves.

Like the kind where you take off the ok stretch and show it to others, for fear that others will not know that you are injured, because the injury is not serious enough.And like Yun Chunxi, like Su Nuanxia, ​​like Bo Junchen, like Li Fusu, even herself... Once upon a time, she would expose her wounds to the public at will, so that people could comment and appreciate them, or they would pay tribute to them. How about sympathy?

Sympathy is never what they need!

"What are you thinking about? Girl, you are still thinking about it when you don't know it, and Young Master Lu jumped at you—"

"Do you want to be knocked down so much? Don't worry, I'll ask Dr. Xia to prescribe you a secret recipe to prevent miscarriage, and then ask him to arrange a schedule for you, and hand it over to our Young Master Qiao in person. Wait for your unstable time to pass , let him work hard for you and nourish you with practical actions... um..."

Before Bao Jinghan could finish speaking, Yun Chunxi's hand directly pressed up, and pressed hard on her mouth, forcing all her teasing words into her throat.

"You damn girl, you're dead!"

A pretty face, flushed.

The slightly rounded beautiful eyes revealed a bit of annoyance.

He was staring at Bao Jinghan.

But Bao Jinghan seemed to see a slight astringency from the annoyed scorching light, which made her heart ache.

That should be the wound that the best friend is trying to cover up, lying to himself and wanting to forget?

After all these years, her feelings for Ji Fan...

His eyes dimmed slightly, then brightened up again.

Bao Jinghan suppressed the thousands of thoughts in his mind, one by one, broke away the fingers she was pressing on his lips, took a deep breath, and gave her an angry look.

"You murderer, why are you covering my nose!"

"Who made you talk bad!"

After listening, Miss Bo, who had just calmed down, looked at her buddy who was staring at her, and wanted to laugh, but couldn't.I just retracted my eyes angrily, moved to the direction of the window again, and put on a teasing tone: "Yes, yes, I have a bad mouth. I not only have a poisonous tongue, but also a bad heart. But we are better than you, You, Young Mistress Qiao, are the ones who only allow the state officials to set fires and not allow the common people to light lamps. You are a natural bully, and your domineering side leaks. Sophie's elastic body fits, lengthened and thickened, you can't handle it..."

"Fuck off!"

"Yo, are you still blushing?"

Bao Jinghan raised her eyebrows narrowly, and her white and tender fingertips, like onion roots, poked on the blushing cheeks of her best friend, frivolously gliding along the direction of her cheeks, "I thought, your ability, It degenerated as early as ten years ago!"