"You, you, you, what are you talking about?" He said to me angrily, with a bit of embarrassment in his tone. There were undoubtedly two red clouds floating on his face. I looked at him with a silly smile, no matter how cold the iceberg is, he is still a boy.
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At this moment, Xia Ouchen's eyes suddenly turned cold. When I was still confused, a strong arm quickly pulled me over and held me in his arms. I saw him frown slightly.
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When I turned my head to find out, my eyes were suddenly flashed by something bright.
It's the short winter melon. He is holding his legs now, panting and standing not far from us, holding a dagger in his hand. In other words, the dagger was originally used to stab me!
I trembled with fright.
Xia Ouchen seemed to notice, lowered his head and asked me worriedly, "Are you okay?" I shook my head.
"Shit! You dare to touch him, I really don't want to live anymore!" His face turned cold. His whole body exuded a domineering aura that dominated the world, and his aura was terrifying. It was as if the whole world belonged to him.
Then, he stretched out his slender legs and kicked the short winter melon in the face. "Ah!——" With a scream, he flew far away and fell on the abandoned wood like a corpse. It was so cruel.
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"Kill them down for me." He ordered, his fierce look was no different from that of a gangster boss. "Yes." He replied solemnly and neatly. Then, they all rushed up...
This is the second time I have seen him fight, and every time I feel a strange feeling. Because he is hundreds of times more terrifying than his usual cold appearance. But there seems to be a sense of security in my heart. Moreover, his posture is so handsome.
"Don't come here again. Look, how dangerous it is." He let me go and said softly, but very seriously.
"Yeah." I agreed obediently. It's better not to offend him.
"Hey, why are you covering your arm?" I asked him doubtfully. It was strange, he was sick.
"Nothing." He walked away calmly.
"It's nothing. It's not because you pulled me away and you got scratched." I chased him eagerly. If that was the case, I would die of guilt.
"It's nothing to tell you." His eyes were as cool as water, and he planned to bypass me and walk away.
"Don't move!" I yelled at him. He froze there, his eyes dull, as if he was frightened by my appearance. I gently took his hand away, and a scar the length of a finger was revealed, and the blood had already covered it.
The snow-white shirt was dyed a shocking red. I looked at his wounds. My eyes suddenly turned red, and my heart began to throb.
"It's really okay." He comforted me gently, and strode forward without covering the wound. It turned out that he just covered the wound just to prevent me from knowing, to prevent me from worrying about him, and from making me feel guilty. It turned out that he just covered the wound just now to prevent me from knowing, from worrying about him, from making me feel guilty.
, he is such a careful boy even though he is fierce.
"Let's go to the hospital." I ran forward, lowered my head and took his arm, saying firmly.
"This little injury doesn't need to be repaired."
"Go to the hospital quickly!" I yelled again to show my persistence.
"Yeah!" he shouted, a little impatient, "I told you no..." He was shocked.
"Why are you crying?" He began to feel at a loss. He didn't know why, but the moment he raised his head, tears flowed down uncontrollably. Wuwuwuwu~~~~
"...Who told you not to go to the hospital? Woohoo." I said sternly.
"Isn't it okay if I go? Stop crying!" He agreed hurriedly.
I just can't stop, it's all because of me that he got hurt. What am I here for?