He hooked her chin up against the two of them before and said cynically: "Want to know? I won't tell you!"
Her heart felt inexplicably lost.
Xue'er looked away, feeling a suffocation that couldn't be vented accumulating in her chest. She was so angry that she stepped on him hard.
I must have been dazzled just now to feel that there was a slight injury on his body.
"Shhh, I'm a patient." Xiaoyan deliberately distorted her face in an exaggerated way, sat down on the sofa, bent her legs and rubbed her feet, pretending to be in pain: "It hurts so much." [
Xueer pursed her lips angrily and looked at him with suspicion: "It doesn't hurt that much, so I just stepped on it."
"You want me to try wearing seven-centimeter high heels? My feet must be crippled!" Xiaoyan continued to pretend, taking off her shoes and placing her feet on the coffee table, rubbing her feet.
Xue'er looked at him uncertainly and asked cautiously: "Does it really hurt?"
Who made him look so weak? He deserves it!
"Rub it for me!" He continued to make a painful expression and waited for her.
Xue'er reluctantly moved her butt toward him, leaned down, and actually, um, rubbed his toes.
Who makes him a patient, Xueer thought.
Xiaoyan looked at her black hair, lazily burying her body into the sofa. Her whole body exuded a warm atmosphere, and there was a gentle smile on her face, very casual and harmless.
"Are you feeling better now?" Xue'er rubbed him for a while, turned around and asked.
Only then did I realize that Xiaoyan was smiling very happily.
She stood up in a hurry, looked at his face as if he was trying to succeed, and pursed her lips: "Are you kidding me? It doesn't hurt at all?"
"It hurts!" Xiaoyan smiled lightly.
He stretched out a hand and pulled her directly into his arms. Xueer was caught off guard, and her whole body fell into his strong chest.
"This is you"
"Don't move, hold me for a while." Xiaoyan held her in his arms and spoke softly with a hint of choking. Xueer was so bewitched by his tone that she really didn't move.
"I miss you, I really do." Xiaoyan's voice was very light and soft.
Xueer lay in his arms, biting her lip, feeling conflicted.
Xiaoyan, really, was laughing and joking one second, and filled with melancholy the next second, which made her unable to understand and see through. She just felt sour and uncomfortable.