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

Recently, she couldn't control her temper more and more.

No, it should be said that as soon as things involve Lu Yan, or the people hidden in her heart, her temper will explode in an instant.If she hadn't received very targeted training to let her reason and instinct get involved in the anger in her heart, this little girl like an active volcano must have erupted!

And this is not a good phenomenon, at least in the eyes of the imperial doctor.

"Don't be silly!"

Unable to break free from the hand that was fettering her arm, Bao Jinghan glared at him angrily, but the burning light in his eyes gradually weakened between the two of them looking at each other, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness, and a heavy self-deprecating.

Suddenly, she felt that she was really pathetic!

——Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy can't be done according to one's heart.You can't speak out the grievance and resentment in your heart, because if you speak out, you will be blocked by thousands of reasons that you cannot refute.And she can't laugh when she's happy, can't cry when she's miserable, even if she vents her dissatisfaction by self-mutilation, she will be criticized by others!

This kind of life, it seems that the word sad can no longer be summed up...

"Ha ha……"

With a sneer, desolation, slowly flowing through the carriage.

The faint smell of potion, mixed with the smell of blood, appeared and then disappeared as the imperial doctor skillfully handled the catchy hand.

After retying the bandage, the shackles were loosened. Bao Jinghan glanced at him coldly, said "Thank you" in a low voice, then quickly withdrew his hand, and turned his head to look out the window.

His eyes fell on the swaying lampposts in the night, but he didn't know where his thoughts drifted away.

It wasn't until the car stopped in front of a hotel, and the doorman came to open the door, and held out his white-gloved arm to her, that Bao Jinghan finally came to his senses.

……

The antique clock in the room struck twice in a row.

At two o'clock in the morning, Bao Jinghan, who had just finished drying her hair, came out of the bathroom.The corner of his eyes glides across the sofa, and he sees that familiar figure sitting on it, dozing sleepily.

And the coffee table was facing his direction, and there were seven or eight cigarette butts in the ashtray, obviously he wiped them out by himself.

Bao Jinghan wrinkled the tip of her nose, the faint smell of smoke in the air stimulated her olfactory nerves, and made the restless emotion in her heart more intense.

But when her gaze fell on Aze again, who looked tired, leaned on the sofa and looked alert all the time, the sense of powerlessness that made her heart choke deepened a bit.

For a moment, Bao Jinghan, who was lost in thought, seemed to have been given a fixation spell.

Standing motionless at the door of the bathroom, it was silent for a long time!

……

"Miss? Sorry, I just—"

Alarmed by the slight sound of footsteps, A Ze suddenly woke up, just in time to see Bao Jinghan walking towards him with a blanket.In an instant, all the fatigue and drowsiness were gone, replaced by a warm current, like a soft blanket touching the skin, slowly across the heart.

At the same time, deep self-blame also surfaced in my heart.

He really didn't expect that he, who was always vigilant, would actually fall asleep in front of his master in this strange environment!Fortunately, nothing happened. If something happened to him like a few days ago, he would be a cat demon with nine lives, and he wouldn't be able to kill those who secretly caused trouble, right? !

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