Transmigration:The Stunning Princess

The louder I screamed, the more he seemed to enjoy it. He pulled the clothes from my chest and cried, "cry, cry, the louder you shout, the happier I am. I like the little horse."

My body was so caught by them that I couldn't move. "Cha", I only heard the sound of cloth being torn. I didn't know whether the clothes were torn, and then cried out: "help, help..." All of a sudden, my mouth was covered again and I couldn't hold my breath. I had no strength to resist, and watched the skirt below was about to be torn by him. My tears are pouring down. Why don't you give me a poison to kill myself.

Suddenly, the officer's movements stopped. As soon as he let go of his hand, he fell back on the grass. The man holding me behind me loosened his hands and fell to the ground. I didn't react to it, in front of a familiar figure - the madman.

When I saw the madman appear in front of me like a fairy, his image suddenly became tall and unrestrained. The light of the rising sun was shining on him from the cracks in the leaves, reflecting his disordered hair and beard, which seemed to me so charming. It seems that I'm really scared out of my mind, even looking at the madman feel handsome.

The madman ran to me, hugged me tightly in his arms, comforted me and said, "goddess, I'm sorry I'm late. It's all right now. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! " At this time, I felt that I was really out of the devil's paw and arrived at a safe place. I couldn't help crying. In the heart, there is not only the injustice of being bullied, but also the happiness of surviving a disaster.

I hammered his chest and cried to him, "how did you come! You're dead. You haven't come to see me for so long. You forgot me, didn't you? If I'm not going to be bullied by these two animals, how long will you hide? You're a bad guy, a bad guy. "

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm here now. You can do whatever you want to do with me. You can fight or scold me. " "Goddess, I haven't heard you scold me for a long time. Your ears are itching. You should scold me more

"You are such a madman that you like to be scolded. I will not scold you As I said it, I hit him several more times. It's killing my hands.

The madman took my hand and gently blew it with his mouth: "goddess, don't hurt your hand."

I pulled my hand out of his hand and said with hatred, "what's the matter with you whether I hurt or not? You don't care about me. You don't want to see me. I've been injured twice. " With that, I opened the skirt of my right leg to show him the bandage wound, and tears flowed out.

"I'm sorry, goddess." The madman helped me to sit on a stone in the grass, grabbed my hand in the palm and said, "haven't I been sending you sleeve arrows all the time? Actually, I'm secretly concerned about you. Three days ago, I found you and Yang Mo at the foot of the mountain. I went to eavesdrop on your conversation and knew you were coming here alone. But I didn't expect it to be so early. Otherwise, I should have waited here earlier. "

As soon as I heard it, my fire got bigger again: "are you always eavesdropping on my conversation with Yang Mo? Especially in the tree house. "

Hearing this, the madman scratched his dishevelled hair with embarrassment: "the treehouse has only heard of it once, that is It's just That time you two said how to deal with those two girls As soon as I heard this, wasn't this the time when I and Yang Mo talked about the beauty scheme? It was the first time that I and Yang Mo had a further intimate move And made an agreement I was so angry that I hit him hard with my fist. The madman took my fist and apologized to me: "I'm sorry, I won't listen. But if I didn't listen three days ago, you would be... "

I knew in my heart that this was the case, but I was still stubborn: "because of your eavesdropping, Yang Mo will doubt me, and he also doubts the origin of the treehouse."

The madman hastened to promise: "I swear to God, I will not listen. If I listen to it again, I will be killed by your own hands to relieve my hatred... "

I was scared to quickly cover his mouth: "don't say unlucky words, how can I kill you?"

"I'd like to die in your hands," the madman pretended to be intoxicated. After a while, he said to me pitifully, "goddess, in fact, I eavesdrop to know about you. You've been through so many things, and you don't even give me a note. "

"Can't you just meet me and Yangmo?" I yelled again. "I hate your sneaky behavior."

"I'm afraid of Yangmo I'm afraid of him... " The madman said, and his voice became smaller.

As soon as I heard the madman's voice, as if I was afraid that Yang Mo knew the relationship between me and the madman, I was so angry that I pushed him away and said, "what are you afraid of him? He's not a tiger. He won't eat you. "

When the madman saw that I was getting angry, he immediately explained, "I'm afraid he knows I'm still alive, and I'm afraid he's implicated in me..."

"What's the reason? Can't you let others know you up to now? " I asked tentatively.

The madman nodded and looked at me helplessly: "I'm afraid you're in trouble. Miracle doctor It's hard to be rejected by you, isn't it? I don't want to repeat his mistakes. ""How do you know me and the doctor..." As soon as I ask the question, what do you think the madman doesn't know? Don't say that he overheard the conversation between Yang Mo and me. I'm afraid he knows what happened in the nursery and drugstore? "Are you still so confident?" I disdainfully said to the madman, "you and the miracle doctor are not the same concept at all. You're just my friend. "

"What about him? Not just friends? " The madman asked me.

"You, you, you..." I was so mad that I couldn't say anything. I yelled at him, "how can you make me angry? He's just a friend. You lunatic... "

"If he was just a friend, how could he and I be different to you? Goddess, don't lie to yourself. I thought that he was different from you for a long time, but you were focused on Yang Mo at that time, and I didn't say much about it. What now? Are you willing to refuse him? " The madman said something I didn't want to think about in my heart. My heart has been running away, hiding, but the madman did not politely dig it out, digging my heart a big hole, gurgling out blood.

"Willing! Give up I burst into tears. "You are so annoying that we hardly meet. Do you have to tell me these unpleasant things?"

"But," said the madman innocently, "is that what you want to talk about when you meet me?"