But, he really can't fight, don't fight, I don't listen to him
"Ke'er, we won't fight, don't worry, there will be no trouble." The voice was muffled and I heard it clearly.
"Shut up, let's talk about it after you finish it. With this feeling of distress, why did you lie to her like that before? You took it upon yourself and took advantage of her!"
"Ke'er" he was covered by his mouth, but his nose was still covered, so painful that he couldn't speak.
"Liao Liang, please show my sister that it seems to be better, give her an injection"[
"Have you overdo it, wait until you get better, and I will follow you, okay? As long as you like it, I won't stop you."
The crying sound, brother, is hurting for me.
Every time I have a headache, he hurts more than me. My brother hurts me very much
Trying to open my eyes, I said, "Brother, I'm fine. It's because I'm not good and disobedient, which makes you angry.
Don’t hit him, I will listen to you in everything, okay?”
Dad came over and said hurriedly: "Kareman, Dad is watching him. He won't let them fight again. Don't worry, okay?"
I looked at my dad, and my dad was worried; I looked at Brian, his eyes were bloodshot, his throat was hoarse, and his hands were simply wrapped.
I reached out and held his hand. I said, "Brother, you love me the most, we don't have to worry about it."
My brother held my hand and kissed it, nodded and said, "Well, I love you, as long as you feel comfortable, as long as he doesn't bully you, I won't care."
"Can you be more affectionate in a while? The makeup is so nice. If your head doesn't hurt, just close your eyes and sleep.
A few of them beat them to death and take one to death. One of them to death is to make up a pair of them. You care about him! Long-lasting!"
Liao Liang scolded me very much and asked me to get an injection with a syringe. The medicine she studied was all orally and injected, and I could recognize it.
After Liao Liang cursed, he came in a white coat and bandaged Yin Yijie. Liao Liang gave me an injection
When I woke up again, I was not as uncomfortable as the headache I used to be. I opened my eyes and it was my bedroom.
The hand is still holding a cold hand, with a cold smell; but the palm of the hand is warm...