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

"The work of Duras?"

"You read it too?"

Thoughts temporarily withdraw from memory.

Bao Jinghan fine-tuned his brows and stared at the eyes, no matter in appearance or temperament, he would never lose to the man of Bo Junchen.

The corners of the mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.

Staring into his eyes, but trembling unconsciously, because of the deep and unusual meaning in his eyes: "I said, we have a lot in common, such as hobbies."

There was a bitterness on the corner of the upturned mouth, Bao Jinghan shook his head slightly, and when the ointment in his hand was applied to her wound, he took a sudden breath.

Immediately, he fell into deep thought again.

"In the past, when I was in the Ye family, I always wanted to escape. But when I really left my hometown, I realized that all people who leave their homes have unavoidable suffering. Even if the Bo family will give me a very good life, they must also Rely on my own ability to fight for it. At the beginning, when I returned to Bo’s house, what I thought about every day was to make myself stronger, find out the cause of my mother’s death, and avenge him. Gradually, my life seemed to be affected by this incident. It's covered up, it's gray..."

The arm trembled slightly.

I don't know if it was because he accidentally touched her wound, or because of the bottomless hatred that resurfaced in her heart.

Lu Yan lowered her head, and gently blew on the wound where she had applied the medicine.

Out of the corner of the eye, he glanced at the beautiful woman in front of him, looking at that bright and charming little face, but at this moment, it seemed that there was a layer of faint frost, pale and bloodless, just looking at it made people feel distressed.

"At that time, my grandfather couldn't do anything about me. It was Bao Junchen who dragged me out and took me to an empty place... He made me cry, and let all the unwillingness, anger, resentment, and hatred in my heart go away. Crying out. On the same day, he told me that he would live like a human instead of a living dead. That was the first time I saw him angry. Afterwards, he said, if I had acted gloomy at that time, he would have definitely slapped me in the face unambiguously."

"Just like you slapped him, full of momentum!"

Wearing a bandage, Lu Yan responded calmly.

Bao Jinghan shifted his eyes to look at him, and gradually a gleam of life appeared in his eyes, and he blinked, "Maybe, he is the first time I feel warmth after leaving home. When I was helpless, he lent me shoulders; when I was successful, He is happy for me; when I fail, he comforts me gently; Use that man as a gun handle!"

"He treats you very well." Leaning down, Lu Yan kissed the bandage that smelled of medicine, and looked up at her: "Jing Han, I really regret that I missed these five years. But in the future, you have me, I am Your shoulders, your support. Whoever dares to bully my wife, I will kill that guy myself. You know, rough work like beating is more suitable for men!"

After the words fell, Lu Yan approached tentatively.

Without resisting, he stretched out his hand and held her tightly in his arms.

Bowing his head, when she didn't expect it, he suddenly poured his lips into her mouth, held her trembling lips, and swallowed all the words she didn't say.

Grinding, lingering.

Express the endless love in my chest in this kiss...