Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 217 Can I Go To Your House To Sleep?

She laughed suddenly, and there was a hint of frivolity in her watery eyes, and said in a charming voice on purpose: "Well, it's amazing, it's all painted on your face, can you not be amazing?"

Inside and outside the words, everything is mocking him.

"Compared to me, your mouth is more powerful."

He didn't care about her deliberate sarcasm, but as he talked, his eyes gradually moved down casually, and fell on her slightly pursed lips, which did not have the flaming red of the past, but a touch of pink, Rare pure beauty.

Like a white rose in bud.

Unexpectedly, he leaned down to kiss her.

Su Lingling turned her head slightly, and put her fingertips against his lips, "You smell too bad."

Unable to get what he wanted, Si Zhengting had no choice but to withdraw his face sullenly, and yawned lazily, "I'm so sleepy, can I go to your place to sleep?"

She didn't care, and she didn't plan to.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and she entered the building on her own, waiting for the elevator.

He followed closely, "My forehead hurts so much, do you have any medicine at home? Give me some."

She turned her head and snorted coldly: "You hurt so much, what does it matter to me?"

The elevator door opened slowly, she walked in, and he stepped in with his long legs.

After a while, we reached the fifteenth floor.

There were no lights in the house, and it was pitch black.

Only the shadows of tall buildings in the distance are refracted by unknown light through the windows.

Su Lingling turned on a light at random, and the living room was illuminated with warm white light.

Si Zhengting leaned back on the sofa very familiarly, and squinted at her, but saw that her eyes were not on him at all, so he said lazily, "The cushions of your sofa are not comfortable at all."

"..."

She ignored it, not even raising her eyelids.

When she came out of the room, she had a small medicine box in her hand. She glanced at him lying on the sofa. It seemed that he was asleep, which was why he was so quiet.

She walked to his side, squatted down, took out a cotton swab from the medicine box, dipped it in disinfectant, and brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, which was slightly covering his forehead, and wiped it on the wound.

Xu felt a slight pain, and he frowned unconsciously.

But Su Lingling didn't get used to him, not only did his movements not become lighter, but even harder.

In the next second, Si Zhengting held her wrist silently, stopped her from applying the medicine, and slowly opened his eyes, his dark eyes filled with sullenness from being woken up, "You are very Do you want me to die?"

Su Lingling shrugged indifferently: "If you can die, it's not impossible."

"..." Someone shut himself up.

"Besides, isn't it you who want to apply the medicine?"

He pinched the center of his eyebrows helplessly, and asked rather pitifully, "Then be gentle...will you die?"

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes: "Si Zhengting, are you worthy of the word gentle?"

The air instantly became quiet.

Only the sound of cars passing by in the distance.

His eyes swirled, and the light in his eyes finally dimmed bit by bit.

Yes, he has been under the rain of bullets and bloody wind all year round. He is a demon who climbed up from hell, and his soul is rotten in his bones. He is really not worthy of the word gentle.

Suddenly, he sat up from the sofa and fumbled for a cigarette in his pocket, but he didn't touch it anyway. Maybe he fell into the car, so he hooked his hand at her, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Su Lingling flicked the ointment on his hand: "You need to smoke outside."

Looking down at the small bottle of ointment, Si Zhengting was stunned for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. After a few seconds, he actually smiled, "After all, you are still worried about me."

As soon as the words fell, she took out another pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the tea table, threw it to him, and sneered mercilessly: "You can smoke to death if you want." By the way, she also put the lighter in his hand.

"..."

She put away the medicine box, got up and put it back in place.

Behind him was the sound of him wiping the lighter.

Immediately, a smell of cigarettes mixed with alcohol slowly lingered throughout the living room.

Su Lingling went to open the window, and the fresh wind finally purified the unpleasant smell in the house.

(End of this chapter)