Han Jier smiled coldly, she knew that her chance had come
Since Xia Nuonuo can't get what she can't get, at worst, she will destroy Xia Nuonuo
Then it starts with the kidnapping...she will destroy Xia Nuonuo, and then...all the love will belong to her, Han Jier, and no one can change it.
"Huh..." Xia Nuonuo took a deep breath and slowly exhaled from behind the tree. Han Ji'er stared at the ground with a gloomy face, her eyes filled with hatred and coldness. "Nono, you are here too." Han Ji'er suddenly walked out of the tree.
He walked out from behind with a smile as bright as a flower,
"Ji...Ji'er" Xia Nuonuo's eyes stagnated, and he looked at Han Ji'er stupidly, "Why, you don't want to see me, then I'll leave." A trace of ridicule flashed across the corner of Han Ji'er's mouth.
"No... that's not the case" Xia Nuonuo explained quickly and shook her head in a hurry, "Nono, are you thirsty?" Han Jier suddenly asked Xia Nuonuo for no reason,
"A little bit." Xia Nuonuo laughed dryly. "It's no wonder. Wen Lunmu's explosive confession must have drained all the water out of his body." Han Ji'er raised the corner of her mouth mockingly.
A hint of cunning flashed through Han Ji'er's eyes. She opened a bottle from behind, poured out half of the water, then put a potion into the water bottle and shook it gently.
Take out the water bottle from behind:
"No, I just drank half of this bottle of water. If you don't mind, I'll quench my thirst." "Um...Okay, thank you, Ji'er." Xia Nuonuo took Han Ji'er's water with a smile.
"Nono, this water is very sweet. Drink it in big gulps." She stretched out her hand to hold his hand, and there was an elusive weirdness in her smile as bright as a summer flower.
"Gulu gulu" Xia Nuonuo was afraid that Han Ji'er would be unhappy, so she drank the water in big gulps. "Xia Nuonuo, you're done..." She chuckled, her smile as beautiful as a goblin's
"What's over?" Xia Nuonuo blinked her big eyes, "Oh, it's nothing." Han Ji'er's figure, in the cold wind, seemed as thin as a snowflake about to break.
"Ji'er,...I'm so dizzy." Her fluttering clothes lightly slipped over Han Ji'er's fingertips.
She fell before her eyes
The thin dress is like a broken and fragile butterfly wing