Chapter 207: Rebellious Blazing Youth: Why Don't You Hate Him
This is where I threw away my necklace that night. Why did I dig through the grass and find nothing?
"Little pepper!" Just as I was frantically scratching my head, a voice full of excitement hit my eardrums quickly.
"My Qing'er..." Before I could turn around and see Darius's expression, I was hugged tightly into his arms. His whole body seemed to be trembling as he was out of breath.
"Daris, am I not here properly? Why are you crying?" I gently pushed Darius away. His handsome face seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his masculine vitality was buried.
His brown eyes were covered with tears, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and streaked across his face.
"I, I'm happy!" Darius put away his sad face and looked at me with a smile.
"Idiot, I'm so happy! Smile, don't cry!" I puffed my mouth to look down on him, wiped away the tears for him, pulled up the corners of his mouth with both hands, and created an ugly smile like this.
"Qing'er..." Darius lovingly wanted to hold me in his arms again, but I unnaturally avoided him.
With a small movement, Darius froze there and looked at me with eyes that I couldn't understand. It seemed like... Oh! I really can't understand.
"Daris, help me find something when you have time."
This guy, does he really believe in love at first sight? He has said that he is committed to me since the day we met. I didn’t expect that his joke would last until now.
I, Han Qing, am not that innocent. This kind of prank has no effect on me.
"Okay! What are you looking for?" Darius used his flip-flop skills, and he returned to normal in a second, and he was squatting down happily following me.
"Blue Crystal Necklace"
"Bang!" As soon as I said this, Darius' fist with bulging veins hit the root of the tree next to him. The whole cherry blossom tree seemed to be shaken violently by his force.
Blood flowed from his hard fists, staining the tree trunks red
"Wear…"
"Why don't you hate him?" Before I could finish my words, Darius pulled my shoulder with such force that it hurt. His cold expression made it impossible for me to see the slightest bit of normal human warmth.
The feeling arises spontaneously
Him? Is he talking about Yan Yeyi? Why don’t you hate him? Yes! Why don’t I be cruel to him? Why should I be so anxious to find the necklace? Why should I want to see him so much?
I thought I could face anything, I thought I could smile and say to him: It doesn’t matter, I’ll treat you as a convulsion