Tian Lei was so angry that he circled around the room regardless of his weak body.
If Xiao Yu'er saw what he looked like now, he would definitely laugh at him like a donkey being whipped from behind with a whip while being driven around.
Tianlei has taken medicine and his stomach pain is gone.
However, he was so angry that his whole body ached.
My lungs are about to explode!
My hair will stand on end with anger!
Ever since he was a child, no one has ever dared to tease him so recklessly!
If he doesn't make Xiao Yu'er unable to wish for death, he won't have the surname Tian! (Xiao Yu'er: I don't mind if you share the surname Xiao with me!)
"Lei, stop turning around, you're making me dizzy." Su Jinran stood up from the sofa and hooked Tian Lei's shoulders gracefully, "If you're okay now, let's go fill our stomachs and fill our stomachs.
Only then can you have the strength to take revenge, right?"
Over there, four people went to replenish ammunition before the war.
Over here, Xiao Yuer covered her right cheek, which hurt from the fall, and could only chew rice with her left teeth.
Does this mean that harming others ultimately harms oneself?
no!
no!
no!
She is eliminating harm for the people and doing justice for heaven.
What just happened must have been an accident, an accident!
She won't just give up!
This is just the beginning!
tomorrow……
Hum hum…
Just wait and see!
……☆yu★xiao☆xi★zuo☆pin★……
the next day.
In the morning there is art class.
Xiao Shui'er studies piano.
Xiao Yuer studied painting.
When it comes to painting, Xiao Yuer has only painted one painting over and over again since she was a child.
A picture that had appeared in her dreams countless times since childhood.
A beautiful castle that only appears in fairy tales.
In front of the castle, there is a large green grassland.
On the grass, there is an angelic little girl running happily.
Not far from her, there was a handsome boy, looking at her with the gentlest and most doting eyes in the world...
By the lake of Tianyu College, Xiao Yu'er sat quietly on the grass.
What she placed on her lap was still the same picture that she had painted countless times.
