In love with the enchanting senior brother: the lady strikes

Since returning to Taixi Mountain at the beginning of the year, this is the first time I have set foot in Qingze Courtyard in a year. The small courtyard is still the same as before, with green pines and cypresses planted all over the place, and dots of white snow dotted among the green pine branches, evergreen and immortal The pine seems to have turned white.

I stood on the porch, not daring to take another step, Senior Brother Nine said, he... Senior Brother, he is in the room.

"Little Junior Sister, come quickly!" Brother Ninth dragged me in as he didn't allow me to settle down.

In the simple yet elegant bedroom, there was a crowd of crowded people. I scanned around, and it seemed that all the people from my Taixi Mountain were here.

The heart lake was already full of waves, so I forced myself to ask calmly: "Where is that heartbroken man? I will castrate him first, then skin him and cramp him, and soak him in the latrine..."

"Rongrong, come here, he has been waiting for you for a long time." The second elder brother gently took my hand, and his eyes swept slightly behind the curtain. There is a touch of melancholy and sourness.

I followed my second brother's gaze, and there seemed to be a dazzling white floating on the bed behind layers of curtains.

It's him?

It seemed that the hungry wolf saw the meat, so I rushed towards the smear of whiteness, and cursed aggressively: "Damn heartbroken, you have the nerve to sleep! See if I don't tear your bones apart... "

Alas, I, Ye Rong, are useless, my domineering voice subconsciously lowered when I saw his pale face.

"Rong...Rong'er?" His voice was as if Ye Xue touched the branches of plum blossoms, his voice was startlingly weak, and his eyes as deep as a deep pool seemed to have lost focus, and it took me a long time to find my figure.

I was taken aback, and looked down at the person lying on the bed. His black hair, which was like ink dyed, made his eyebrows look like a painting. A gust of wind can blow him out of sight.

I sat on the edge of the bed, "You...what's wrong with you? Have you caught the wind and cold again?" I stretched out my hand, trying to touch his forehead, but he held my hand softly.

His hands were originally slender and white, and there was a warm touch in the palm, but this time his hand was icy and cold, as if holding a piece of jade, although it was delicate and smooth, it lacked vitality In an instant, a deep sourness hit my heart, "Brother."

His body shook suddenly, and he stared straight at me. Gradually, my figure was reflected in his eyes. As before, he called me tenderly, "Rong'er, Rong'er..."

"Well, it's me, I'm Rong'er." I replied in a low voice.

Suddenly, he brushed my hand away abruptly, and an unknown anger quickly enveloped his whole body, "Is that you? Who sent you here? Get out! Get out!"

Senior Brother Xiaobai suffered a back injury when he was young, his body was weak, and he often fell ill in winter. Before, no matter how sick he was, he never lost his temper.

I clenched my fists and suppressed the anger that came out of "噢噐", but, alas, I, Ye Rong, am not a saint after all, I couldn't hold back for a while, pointed at the tip of his nose bitterly, and said angrily: "Hmph! Is it a big deal to be sick? Can you just get angry? You're a vixen in bed, and I don't think you're dirty, and you've kicked your nose on your face. Look at me..." I curled up angrily. Rolling up his sleeves, he was about to tear him off the bed.Since returning to Taixi Mountain at the beginning of the year, this is the first time I have set foot in Qingze Courtyard in a year. The small courtyard is still the same as before, with green pines and cypresses planted all over the place, and dots of white snow dotted among the green pine branches, evergreen and immortal The pine seems to have turned white.

I stood on the porch, not daring to take another step, Senior Brother Nine said, he... Senior Brother, he is in the room.

"Little Junior Sister, come quickly!" Brother Ninth dragged me in as he didn't allow me to settle down.

In the simple yet elegant bedroom, there was a crowd of crowded people. I scanned around, and it seemed that all the people from my Taixi Mountain were here.

The heart lake was already full of waves, so I forced myself to ask calmly: "Where is that heartbroken man? I will castrate him first, then skin him and cramp him, and soak him in the latrine..."

"Rongrong, come here, he has been waiting for you for a long time." The second elder brother gently took my hand, and his eyes swept slightly behind the curtain. There is a touch of melancholy and sourness.

I followed my second brother's gaze, and there seemed to be a dazzling white floating on the bed behind layers of curtains.

It's him?

It seemed that the hungry wolf saw the meat, so I rushed towards the smear of whiteness, and cursed aggressively: "Damn heartbroken, you have the nerve to sleep! See if I don't tear your bones apart... "

Alas, I, Ye Rong, are useless, my domineering voice subconsciously lowered when I saw his pale face.

"Rong...Rong'er?" His voice was as if Ye Xue touched the branches of plum blossoms, his voice was startlingly weak, and his eyes as deep as a deep pool seemed to have lost focus, and it took me a long time to find my figure.

I was taken aback, and looked down at the person lying on the bed. His black hair, which was like ink dyed, made his eyebrows look like a painting. A gust of wind can blow him out of sight.

I sat on the edge of the bed, "You...what's wrong with you? Have you caught the wind and cold again?" I stretched out my hand, trying to touch his forehead, but he held my hand softly.

His hands were originally slender and white, and there was a warm touch in the palm, but this time his hand was icy and cold, as if holding a piece of jade, although it was delicate and smooth, it lacked vitality In an instant, a deep sourness hit my heart, "Brother."

His body shook suddenly, and he stared straight at me. Gradually, my figure was reflected in his eyes. As before, he called me tenderly, "Rong'er, Rong'er..."

"Well, it's me, I'm Rong'er." I replied in a low voice.

Suddenly, he brushed my hand away abruptly, and an unknown anger quickly enveloped his whole body, "Is that you? Who sent you here? Get out! Get out!"

Senior Brother Xiaobai suffered a back injury when he was young, his body was weak, and he often fell ill in winter. Before, no matter how sick he was, he never lost his temper.

I clenched my fists and suppressed the anger that came out of "噢噐", but, alas, I, Ye Rong, am not a saint after all, I couldn't hold back for a while, pointed at the tip of his nose bitterly, and said angrily: "Hmph! Is it a big deal to be sick? Can you just get angry? You're a vixen in bed, and I don't think you're dirty, and you've kicked your nose on your face. Look at me..." I curled up angrily. Rolling up his sleeves, he was about to tear him off the bed.