After almost wearing, I sprinkled candy with the paranoid gangster

Chapter 436 She Keeps Me Sleepless 110
The person in this photo is her.

It was the first time she helped Erica take pictures of dresses three years ago, and the cameraman took pictures of her face with a camera.

She soon noticed that there was a light red spot in the lower right corner of the photo, and a large spot of light red was stained on the white back.

"At that time, I was seriously injured, and blood stained it." Song Shihan said calmly.

But the eyes he looked at her were particularly deep and nostalgic.

Shen Manman glanced at his shirt pocket.

Who told him to keep her picture there...

But she realized that when his chest was seriously injured, she couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Unbutton your shirt and let me see." She said softly.

Sensing the change in her attitude, Song Shihan raised his eyebrows slightly.

He remembered that pretending to be pitiful was really useful for her, so he lowered his hands and said weakly: "My hand is hurt, you come to relieve it."

"..." Shen Manman didn't quite believe it.

Just now when he was dragging her and hugging her, the strength in his hands was terrifying, it didn't look like he had been injured at all.

Song Shihan didn't care whether she believed it or not, and added innocently, "The wound is deep, and it hurts to see it myself."

Shen Manman: ...you have become very shameless now.

She had no choice but to stretch out her slender white hands to the collar of the shirt around his neck, and unbuttoned him one by one.

She moved very carefully, and her fingertips accidentally touched his neck and even the skin around his collarbone several times.

Every blow made him feel numb all over, and his heart trembled.

Song Shihan raised his jaw slightly, his face was tense and stiff.

He knew very well that he liked Shen Manman's active approach to him.

The degree of infatuation and nostalgia sometimes made him wonder if he was sick.

Shen Manman unbuttoned his shirt halfway, then withdrew his hand.

His half-opened shirt revealed a piece of honey-colored skin, with a broad chest and tight and tough muscles.

Everywhere shows that he is no longer a child...

In addition, when his head was tilted slightly, the line of his throat was tight and protruding, and his long eyelashes were half-drawn and his pupils were pitch black, but her face was clearly reflected.

His eyes were so deep that he wanted to stare at her.

"..." Shen Manman's scalp is numb now, and he is a little afraid to touch him.

Fingertips gently twisted the outer edge of his shirt, pulling the clothes away.

There was indeed a hideous scar on his right chest, and it could be seen that he had been seriously injured.

The atmosphere was a bit dangerous, so she didn't intend to touch it.

Under the premise of being careful not to touch him, Shen Manman spent several minutes buttoning his shirt back.

"Okay, I'm done feeling sorry for you." Shen Manman breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he glanced at him, and his tone was slightly indifferent, "You should have follow-up tasks, you can go."

"...don't go." The young man was the same as when he was a teenager, sitting on the ground against the edge of her bed.

His slender legs had no place to rest now, and his shiny black military boots reached the wall.

Under the black hair, his profile has not changed much from before, but the lines are more rigid and mature.

The straight bridge of the nose is like a knife carving, smoothly connecting to the raised lips, and the arc between the lips is straight and cold.

When not speaking, it is like a beautiful and cold sculpture, carrying an unshakable stubbornness.

...his attitude was very clear.

Shen Manman wanted to throw him out of the window.

"You have grown into such a big one, is it right for you to sleep next to my bed?"

(End of this chapter)