Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

"But I have already walked in, standing in front of you, by your side, even if you want to drive me out, you see, now we are close, I can hold your hand." Scenery fierce Grasping his hand, with a stubborn and serious expression, she told him by action that ten cows could not be brought back by her decision.

An Tong moved his fingers, and finally couldn't help but squeezed her hand. After touching her incredulous gaze, he gave a helpless smile. He had never been intimate with her before. Responded, "Plant the white roses."

"Good!" Scenery agreed, but still did not move.

An Tong asked her, "What's wrong?"

"Reluctantly let go of your hand."

"Then don't let it go."

"Okay~" She answered sweetly, took a step closer to him with a contented smile, and was about to squat down to look at him, but suddenly, she was pulled and sat on his lap, she soon wanted He got up and was stopped by his other hand.

"Don't move." His voice rang from her ear.

Scenery blushed and said, "But... this will crush your legs."

"It doesn't matter, you are very light." Too light and too small, she fell in his arms, her petite and soft body made his hands tight and tight, and I felt like my arms were still empty no matter how he held them. "Scenery."

"Hmm..." She answered softly, but the red tide on her cheek couldn't go down. .

He called her name again, "Scenery."

"What's the matter? I still have the last bit of red rose not finished. Didn't I say that I want to plant white roses?" Just now she thought about not leaving him, but now the blushing and heart-pounding intimacy made her wish again. Escape immediately.

Only one red rose remained.

"This red rose stayed." An Tong's eyes were dyed warm in the sun. He didn't know what he remembered, his expression softened again, "We planted white roses around it."

Scenery liked the word "we", and she laughed very sweetly, "Okay, just leave a red rose."

In this way, the excess red rose is gone, only the simple white surrounds it, and no other flowers and colors can be accommodated.

"My mother is a very good mother." An Tong said suddenly, coming abruptly. Before, he would never take the initiative to bring up matters about his mother.

Scenery looked up at him and looked at his profile, the perfect outline outlined by the lines, she was very quiet.

"But she later discovered that a mother who takes care of a sick child is more dazzling in the crowd than a mother who has a healthy child. From that day on, my life was taken away."

Scenery shook his hand.

He bowed his head and almost whispered, "I don't understand whether there is so much satisfaction in getting the attention and sympathy of others. For this, I became her victim."

Winning sympathy and attention is such a simple reason. With just such a simple reason, An Tong has lost the normal study life and the right to run and jump. He has been sitting in a wheelchair for 13 years, and he has been working tirelessly every day. The painful rehabilitation training given by the doctor was just the biggest irony, as well as the smile when his mother encouraged him. Now, he can recall everything.

Why should I remember these?

An Tong didn't know, probably because he couldn't forget it.

"An Tong." Scenery's voice was very soft, but also very clear, "Now, your life is back, no one can steal it, I promise you."

So don't worry.

No one would find the corpse she was hiding under the banyan tree.