Sir Ares,Goodnight!

"Poverty, after all." Zhan hanjue sneered.

Luo Shihan didn't want to quarrel with him. He went to one side to peel the apple for him, cut the apple into pieces, and then scalded the back end with boiling water in front of Zhan hanjue.

Zhan hanjue looked at the steaming apple, and his eyes were filled with a little invisible wonder.

Does Zheng Ling have the habit of scalding fruit?

Luo Shihan puts the fruit dish on the drawer next to him, turns and walks away, and stands far away from him.

She always remembers to keep a certain distance from him in order not to let him dislike her.

Zhan hanjue looks at Luo Shihan, who is so clever and heartbreaking that he is very upset.

She remembered so clearly what he had hurt her, and kept it so well.

If it had been before, he would have been pleased with her. But today, I do not know why, to see her so alienated from himself, his heart filled with a sour feeling.

Zhan hanjue fell on his pillow. He was struggling with himself.

He told himself that she was not Zheng Ling, so don't rely on her subtly. It was a very absurd emotional transfer.

But Zheng Ling's stubbornness, Zheng Ling's talent, Zheng Ling's worry when he looks at him, and Zheng Ling's tears when he is desperate and unwilling... Each picture perfectly overlaps with Luo Shihan's every twinkle and smile.

"Feed me!" Zhan hanjue suddenly ordered.

Losihan is as numb as a cucumber.

Did she hear that right?

Doesn't this guy hate her getting close to him?

Is this guy starving?

Luoshihan slowly moved over, picked up the apple, fork up a warm apple and handed it to his mouth.

"Are you hungry?" Luo Shihan asked“ Shall I make you a meal

He did not speak, just opened a pair of Jinghua can eyes staring at her.

Her facial features are very delicate, her eyes are as bright as obsidian, and the charm in her eyebrows and eyes is mild, but it contains confidence and pride. She was wearing black high waisted trousers, a butterfly tie and a red lace shirt. Her make-up makes her look very bright, such as Poppy, poisonous and irresistible. But with the purity of lily.

Her temperament is so pure and complex.

Seven years ago, Luo Shihan was in a state of apathy. He was still wearing fancy clothes

He really can't connect losihan with the humble peasant girl seven years ago.

He was more willing to believe that Zheng Ling was the one who stayed by his side at the moment.

They are the same bright, the same brilliant, a pride is so similar.

"Well." He nodded suddenly. The anger in the eyebrows and eyes is invisible, and replaced by a touch of gentleness.

Luo Shihan looks at Zhan hanjue, who is capricious. He thinks that his temper has been confiscated because of his illness. Looking at him sympathetically, he said, "you wait. I'll get you a meal."