I don’t know the purpose of his reaching out, but if he wants to care about himself, there’s no need to do that!
I would rather have him treat me with cold words every day than I need him to be gentle!
His slow expression just now was regarded as dazzling her, and his actions just now were regarded as an attack on her! Han Yi'er's heart was completely closed, and she could also be called cowardly.
Now she would rather have his destruction than his tenderness. Finally, the fantasy fortress in her heart collapsed. Once it was established, the collapse must be even more painful than the first time.
Yun Aotian glanced at his hand that was opened by Han Yi'er, she...
Does it have to be the same character as Li Yier?
It was chaotic, it was already chaotic, Yun Aotian saw Li Yi'er through Han Yi'er again! In an instant, his cold expression came back, and this was exactly what Han Yi'er wanted!
"Since you can't speak to say hello, then just kneel down and say hello!" As soon as Yun Aotian said these harsh words, he kicked Han Yi'er hard on the calf.
"Yeah." Han Yi'er snorted from the tip of her nose, frowned slightly, and knelt on the ground with one knee on the kicked leg.
He couldn't hide the hatred in his eyes, biting his lower lip tightly, painful tears welling up in his eyes.
Compared with the torture Yun Aotian inflicted on him yesterday, he should be grateful for today's violence...
The real abuse is to harm the heart. Just like he insulted himself again and again before, just like he told himself to beat Xiaoxuan. The pain of abuse of the heart cannot be repaired, but the pain of abuse of the body will get better after a while
Already...
Without any expression, she glanced at Yun Aotian with big empty eyes. Just as she was about to stand up, Yun Aotian quickly stretched out his second foot and kicked Han Yi'er's other calf.
Kneeling on her knees, supporting the ground with her hands, her head was lowered... lowering...
She didn't want him to see her painful expression, and she didn't want him to see her uncontrollable tears. Han Yi'er's strength and endurance did not win Yun Aotian's pity.
But even more angry! What he wants is for her to cry. What he wants is for her to cry and say that she was wrong and beg him to forgive her!
He clenched his fists tightly, with a sinister smile on his lips, and looked down at Han Yi'er, who was kneeling on his knees...
He raised his foot, and the tip of the leather shoe hit Han Yi'er's chin. How insulting was this action? How did it trample Han Yi'er's heart?
After diluting her tears, Han Yi'er sat on the ground, staring angrily at Yun Aotian's evil face, clenching her fists tightly.
Seeing her unwillingness, it seemed that just kneeling down could not make her lower her head. With a flash of his eyes, Yun Aotian stepped on Han Yi'er's thigh with one foot: "Servant, my shoes are dirty.