Looking at the familiar bed, the familiar quilt, and the familiar...
Why is he here?
His hands unconsciously stretched out towards Xuanyuan Yiche's face. When he saw Xuanyuan Yiche's brows furrowed, Sikong Wulian quickly retracted his hands.
I closed my eyes, but my breathing was very tight.
Because she didn't know how to face him, let alone what he would do to her.
She didn't dare to imagine. She was not a person with rich imagination, nor was she someone who let go easily.
Xuanyuan Yiche actually knew that Sikong Wulian was awake a long time ago. When she was about to reach out to touch his face, he was a little nervous, so he frowned.
He raised his head and looked at Sikong Wulian. The way she pretended to be asleep was really funny, her eyebrows were moving.
'Puch!'
Xuanyuan Yiche laughed ungracefully, and then Sikong Wulian, who had closed his eyes tightly, opened his eyes, looked at Xuanyuan Yiche, and his face turned red.
When Xuanyuan Yiche saw that Sikong Wulian had sat up and was about to leave the room, he stood up, grabbed Sikong Wulian's slender hand, and then pulled her into his arms.
Sikong Wulian was startled by Xuanyuan Yiche's sudden movement. What's going on?
Sikong Wulian couldn't break free from Xuanyuan Yiche's embrace, so she could only lower her hands and stare blankly at the other side of the bed, tears streaming down her face.
Xuanyuan Yiche felt Sikong Wulian's tears, let go of her, looked at her, and touched his superior Sikong Wulian's face with trembling hands, wiping away her tears.
Sikong Wulian was surprised to see such a gentle Xuanyuan Yiche. She was stunned because she had never seen such a gentle Xuanyuan Yiche. Apart from being so gentle to his cousin, he might be the only one like Siyao.
But why did she feel his tenderness?
It was because he was overthinking it. Sikong Wulian smiled bitterly and then turned away:
"Master Xuanyuan, what can I do?"
Sikong Wulian no longer looks at Xuanyuan Yiche, the face she is familiar with, the face she loves, the face of her child...
Mr. Xuanyuan?
Xuanyuan Yiche looked at the woman in front of him with her back turned dissatisfied. When did she become so polite?
Also, when did she call herself Young Master Xuanyuan?
"Shouldn't you have something to tell me?"
Xuanyuan Yiche spoke, and Sikong Wulian was determined not to look at him, but her tears betrayed her heart. Her heart would still hurt, and it would still hurt for him.
"I'm sorry, I have nothing to say to you!"
Sikong Wulian was ready to leave after saying this, but how could Xuanyuan Yiche let her leave him again?
No, never!
"Xiao Lian, don't be willful, okay?"
Xuanyuan Yiche grabbed Sikong Wulian's left hand and refused to let go. Sikong Wulian did not look at Xuanyuan Yiche or anything, but closed his eyes.
Xuanyuan Yiche had never realized that Sikong Wulian's alienation could make him so heartbroken. Looking at the bruises on Sikong Wulian's shoulders, he frowned tightly. Why did she let herself get hurt again?
He pulled her to the table, gently opened her clothes, took out the medicine from her waist, and gently spread it. At first, Sikong Wulian thought he was going to do something, but when she felt that the place where she was hit yesterday felt a little
Only then did she realize that he was applying medicine to herself.
Xuanyuan Yiche, why do you want to trap me like this if you don't like me?
Why do you still show up when you know clearly that I left you with my cousin just to leave you and forget everything about you?
Sikong Wulian's tears fell on the back of Xuanyuan Yiche's hand, which was applying medicine to her. Xuanyuan Yiche raised his head and looked at Sikong Wulian, and Sikong Wulian was also looking at him.
"why why?"
Sikong Wulian seemed to be talking to himself, but he was clearly saying to Xuanyuan Yiche:
"Because... because of the child!"
Because the child…
Because the child...
Sikong Wulian's head banged, because of the child!