He was tired. When he said such words, he realized how much courage it took for him to hold back his inner pain and smile at others.
I want to stay with him, but I don’t know how to choose, because Jin Bao, not everyone can be generous with these selfish emotions.
"Jinbao, stay with him." He smiled bitterly in his heart, mocking his own ignorance. He turned around, smiled at Jinbao, and was about to walk out.
I don’t know when, Darius’ hand grabbed me with an instinct, like a subconscious thing when a person is drowning. Darius held my hand tightly, making me smirk in embarrassment.
With
"I haven't washed my face yet." Jinbao saw Darius holding my hand, unnaturally wiped the white foam from the corner of his mouth, twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked out.
"I'm going to cook." Ah Feng saw the strangeness in us, scratched his head, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door.
In a simply decorated pure white room, the sunlight passes through the insulated glass and creates a small rectangle on the beige tiles, giving the whole house a smell of sunshine.
Looking at Darius, tiredness gradually blurred his vision.
"Qing'er..." In Song Xing's sleep, I suddenly felt a gentle voice calling me, what? Who is so ignorant? She is enjoying herself! Hallucination, it must be hallucination
"Qing'er, be obedient and eat before going to bed." The gentle voice rang in my ears again, and there seemed to be a little helplessness amid the gentle love.
Who could it be? Fighting hard against sleepiness, he lazily squeezed open a slit in his eye.
"Angel..." The face that caught my eye made me move my mouth in a daze and blurt out two words.
"Qing'er, I'm not an angel." The face in front of me suddenly slowly moved closer to me, allowing me to see it more clearly.
Skin as white as snowflakes, delicate contours, brown eyes that are prettier than girls, and a smile like the sun...
"You are an angel!" Like the little girl who loved Andersen's stories, she suddenly heard that the boy riding the white horse was not a prince. I pursed my pink lips, a little squeamish, and said coquettishly to him angrily.
"Okay, I'm an angel." When that warm face said that he was an angel, a certain devil's face suddenly appeared in his heart.
(There is no holiday on Valentine's Day or Saturday)