Ruoyu said goodbye to Wang Yitian and returned to her and Wang Niqian's wing, carrying the empty bamboo basket on her back.
When I opened the door, I didn't get the usual enthusiasm from the little girl. When I walked into the back room, I saw the little girl sitting on the couch with her legs in her arms.
Ruoyu felt very tired and wanted to take off her coat to rest, but Sword King Niqian's body trembled, as if she was crying, looking quite aggrieved.
He went over and wanted to touch Wang Niqian's head and asked in a soft voice: "Niqian, what's wrong with you? Who made you unhappy?"
But before his hand touched Wang Niqian, the man raised his red and swollen eyes, avoided Ruoyu's hand, shrank back, and said aggrievedly: "Sister, are you going to marry me?"
My brother?"
It turned out that the handful of peanuts and lotus seeds really had such a meaning. I didn’t know it, but it spread to others.
Perhaps because Ruoyu was thinking about this, she delayed answering Wang Niqian for a long time. The little girl's tears immediately flowed down her cheeks. She held Ruoyu's clothes with her little hands and said, "Sister, don't you have a husband?"
, why are you still with your brother? I know you don’t like your brother..."
Ruoyu was really shocked that the little girl was crying so sadly.
I heard that Wang Niqian had no father or mother since he was a child, and joined the Haoyue Gang with Wang Yitian. His feelings for his brother must be as dependent as his parents.
So he reached out to wipe the tears on the little girl's face. Although Wang Niqian did not resist this time, the more she wiped the tears on Wang Niqian's face, the more tears she shed.
Stroking Wang Niqian's hair with wet hands, he comforted Wang Niqian and said, "Don't worry, my sister will definitely not marry your brother. It's just a misinformation from the gang. Don't take it to heart."
Wang Niqian looked at Ruoyu with wide eyes, but still pursed her lips as if she didn't believe it. After a while, she said, "Is it true?"
Ruoyu nodded heavily, and seeing that Wang Niqian had finally stopped crying, she carefully wiped her face clean with a handkerchief dipped in water, and then said, "Niqian, if you don't believe it, you can ask your brother.
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In Ruoyu's opinion, Wang Yitian must have no intention of her and will definitely give his sister a satisfactory answer.
Wang Niqian hesitated for a moment, but she packed her clothes and left the house, hurriedly looking for her brother.
Seeing that Wang Niqian was gone, Ruoyu wrapped herself in a quilt and lay on the bed, replaying the scenes of the afternoon in her mind.
When he came, he said he wanted to take away others, not himself
Looking at myself looking so heartless, I know I shouldn't care, but I keep thinking about it uncontrollably.
I was too tired from thinking, and my thoughts became more and more blurry. I finally felt a little sleepy, but I heard the sound of pushing the door open.
When she closed her eyes, Ruoyu thought that Wang Niqian was back, and wanted to get up to greet her, but she was too tired to stand up, so she still turned her back to the door in confusion.
Even I can't tell whether I fell asleep or not.
I felt a hand caressing my face, and the fingertips were smooth, making me feel itchy.
And the fingertips slowly slid down, along his cheek and slowly touched his chin, slowly moving across his neck, rubbing against his collarbone.
The slender fingertips felt the trembling of the delicate skin under the body, as if they were causing trouble, they rubbed the collarbone in disobedience, and bent their fingers to outline the shape of the collarbone, over and over again.
Ruoyu just felt that her consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and her sleep was mixed with a little vague pleasure.
He shook his head and murmured: "Niqian, don't make trouble."
In fact, she was too sleepy. If she had a little more sense, Ruoyu would have thought that Wang Niqian didn't have a pair of hands that she was so familiar with.
And the owner of that hand looked at the person with the rosy face, so quiet, gentle, and very irritating, unlike when he was with him, he always looked like a kitten with pointed claws.
He leaned forward, not understanding his own emotions, and his heart was a little out of rhythm, so he pressed a kiss on his cheek.