Lord, your mask fell off

Chapter 1207

She was almost burned by these eyes. The heat followed the blood and reached the left chest in an instant. To the sound of my own heartbeat.

It would be embarrassing if he heard it.

She couldn't help but look away, planning to put down his arms and stand up.

"Are you pretending to be drunk?"

She asked angrily, it's not that he has no previous convictions, he pretended to be Chinese medicine to deceive her last time, and this time he must be teasing her again, causing her to seriously think of several plans to delay him, so Thinking about it, the shyness just now turned into a slight annoyance, and the anger suddenly rose several layers.

Xiao Hou exerted a slight force on his arm, and her waist, which had just straightened up, bent down again, getting closer to him, as if the whole person was being held in his arms.

Such an ambiguous posture made her mature into a crayfish in an instant.

"Little rascal."

Calling in a low voice, rubbing ears and temples together, with the soft and intimate address of a lover.

The anger that was rushing up was blown back all of a sudden.

Pang Zhijing felt that her heart was going to be crushed by his voice. She had no choice but to have no resistance to nice voices, because she was a real voice controler and face controler.

It's just that when she came back to her senses, her face was gloomy, what the hell was that little rogue called, and she felt like she fell into the quagmire from heaven all of a sudden.

She hummed and said, "Why do you call Miss Ben!"

The misty eyes suddenly became sharper, and the tone became serious.

"Don't get close to You Qingxi!"

"what?"

"Don't talk to him!"

"..."

"Don't allow old feelings to rekindle!"

"..."

After saying no three times in a row, Xiao Hou, who showed his domineering nature after being drunk, finally tilted his head, handed himself over to her, closed his eyes, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking very happy.

However, at this moment, Pang Zhijing was stunned.

What the hell, where is this going!

"Hey, hey, tell me clearly!"

She really wanted to wake him up, but he had already fallen asleep at this moment, no matter how much she shook him, he didn't respond.

"I really want to throw you here!" she muttered bitterly.

But in the end she still couldn't bear it, and reluctantly lifted him up and sent him to the room.

He was too tall, and the man's skeleton was placed there, she couldn't even lift him up, but there was a breath in her heart that supported her.

She complained while walking.

"I wish I could stay away from that You Qingxi, who knows if he will rush over and wipe me off!"

"He talks to me, I don't care! I'd rather talk to the wall than waste any saliva with him!"

"Resurrection of old love! The original body must have been blind back then to fall in love with such a sanctimonious and vicious person!"

"..."

She was thinking about it, without even realizing it, she was explaining and reassuring him in every word, as if a girlfriend was showing her loyalty to her boyfriend.

In a short distance, it took a lot of effort to send him into the room half-embraced and half-dragged.

As soon as he put him down, she was also tired and collapsed on the couch.

"It's too bad. When I'm here in the future, you will definitely not be allowed to drink. If you insist on drinking, then I will hide away and see what you do!"

Don't dare to threaten face to face, now you can vent well.

It's a pity that she really has no strength, so she can only rest for a while and continue later.

Although the strong wind outside has eased a lot, the heavy rain poured down, and the sweltering air was swept away immediately, making it a bit cooler, but it was a pity that the sound was too loud, falling on the tiles, crackling, and talking to each other had to rely on roaring , but for some reason, it gives people an extremely reassuring feeling.

Far away from the court, far away from the fight, without plots and tracks, everything seems to be as ordinary as the life of ordinary people.

She looked at the house, although it was very old and very old, but it still stood tall in such a torrential rain.

Sometimes I feel that life doesn’t need to be magnificent, delicacies from mountains and seas, or silk and satin, as long as there is a shelter from the wind and rain, with the person you like lying next to you, you can sit and watch the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll and the clouds relax.

She turned over to face him.

The brows are as light as autumn water, like the sea. The deep pupils are covered, and the long curly eyelashes are clearly visible one by one, making people feel that the whole appearance is exquisite. The tails of the eyes are deep and long, and the ends are slightly raised. Only then did she realize that he still has such a charming side.

It's just that on weekdays he always smiles on the surface, so he doesn't show the beautiful end of his eyes.

When they faced each other quietly, she couldn't help imagining his usual appearance on his face.

When smiling, he is unrestrained and elegant, when he is meditating, he is as gentle as jade, and when he is angry, his eyebrows are sharp.

She couldn't help being aggrieved, why he was always so gentle to others, but instead he sometimes scowled at her, sometimes criticizing, sometimes indifferently ignoring, did she provoke him, he was always making trouble for her.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help poking his face with a punishing hand, which she had wanted to do a long time ago.

But when you poke it for the first time, wow, it's so soft!
Keep going--

poke poke -

Then, the sleeping person seemed to be disturbed, and grabbed her evil fingers casually, wrapping the whole hand in his palm, frowning slightly and muttering, "Don't make trouble."

This tone seemed to know that she was the one making the noise!
She immediately put her mind away, not daring to tease him anymore, who knows if he will remember when he wakes up tomorrow.

There was nothing to do, and there was only one room. Fortunately, he was asleep, so she could just find a corner to make do for the night. Anyway, she was not a real princess, not that delicate.

The cool wind from outside blew in, carrying moisture, which dissipated a lot of her drowsy sleepiness, and then unfortunately became more and more energetic.

She recalled the fruit wine she drank before, and it seemed to have the effect of health and beauty. Now she is warm and comfortable.

When she has no distracting thoughts, she will start thinking about life, which is her habit.

She set her eyes on Xiao Hou, and what Wang Po said to her today echoed in her ears.

She imagined that when she was six years old, she was dominating the community lawlessly under the doting of her parents. Parents often brought their children to complain. Parents always criticized her severely in front of outsiders, but when people left Afterwards, he called out again, dear.

So she had a stark contrast, and felt more and more that he did not have a happy childhood, but only suffered from danger and hunger.

In front of her eyes appeared a five or six-year-old kid in thin clothes, crouching in a corner and looking at the university floating outside, her eyes couldn't help but get wet.

In the end, she couldn't help stretching out her hand to hug him, wishing that when you were six years old, I could accompany you by your side, give you warmth, and stop showing such sad and lonely eyes.

There are so many helplessness in life, would it be better if we could be one step earlier or one step later?
　(Wood spirit count: No.30 eighth update!)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)