There is a kind of journey called thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains, and there is a kind of love called seas and rocks.
There is a kind of agreement called forever, and there is a kind of memory called unforgettable.
There is a kind of yearning that looks through the autumn water, and there is a kind of love that lasts until death.
There is a kind of happiness that lasts forever, and there is a kind of possession that means asking for nothing else.
There is a kind of remoteness called the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth, and there is a kind of longing called staying together day by day.[
He hoped that in the future, all kinds of beautiful words would be perfectly interpreted between him and An Ying.
After a long, long time, Tian Junhao reluctantly pulled away his lips, moved to her ear and deliberately nibbled her earlobe: "Are you tired? If you are tired, we will do nothing today and just sleep."
"Ah! Sleeping again?" An Ying responded with a trembling voice.
Her nervous and trembling look made Tian Junhao unable to help but laugh.
He stood up slowly, put his hands on her on the bed, and said softly: "I won't touch you, just sleep with me for a while."
"But your forehead is still bleeding, do you really not need to go to the hospital?" An Ying has been worried about his forehead. Also, she really wants to ask, does the heart still hurt? Heart disease is a very serious disease.
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Her eyes were glowing red, and when she looked at the bright red on his forehead, tears fell again in an instant.
"Be good, don't cry, go get a wet towel and wipe it for me." Tian Junhao looked at her like this, and his heart softened again.
He was sitting on the bed, naked.
After hearing his order, An Ying quickly climbed out of bed, ran to the bathroom with her feet closed, wetted the towel, and hurried back, carefully wiping off the blood on his forehead.
The movements were very light, and I was very annoyed. How could she be so reckless and show no mercy at all.
Unexpectedly, tears fell down.
Tian Junhao lowered his eyes, with a soft brilliance in his eyes. He raised his fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of An Ying's eyes and put them in his mouth.
These tears are sweet, so sweet in my heart. Is she feeling heartache for herself?
"Don't cry, I don't feel any pain anymore." He comforted An Ying gently.
An Ying frowned and said, "How come it doesn't hurt? Your head is made of iron, so it doesn't hurt?"
This sentence hit Tian Junhao's heart and caused ripples again.