Stupid brat, can't he just settle down and just shut up and stop talking to save some energy?
I stared at him with the whites of my eyes, staring at him fiercely!
A weak smile hung on the corner of Sima Yang's grinning mouth, and all the color on his handsome face faded away, becoming as pale as a cloud, as if it were a snow-white Tianshan Snow Lotus blooming in the moonlight: "Miss Huiyue? What's wrong with you?
, are you crying? I'm not dead yet... You will make me cry like this..."
Bastard Sima Yang, why is he still smiling when he is already so sad? I'm so angry!
"How could I cry?" I yelled at Sima Yang fiercely, but I couldn't help but wipe my red eyes with my hands.[
Sima Yang blinked, and a hint of cunning flashed in his water-like orange eyes: "Oh, I know, you have sand in your eyes!" He laughed twice, but ended up pulling the wound and gasping.
It was air-conditioned, and he was grinning, looking like he was in pain.
I was stunned for two seconds, and my face was as dark as the dark clouds before the storm: "You deserve to die from the pain, who told you to move!"
"Miss Hueyue, why are you always so mean to me... You won't be able to get married if you do this... By then... I'm so tired, Miss Hueyue, I want to sleep, please don't..." Sima Yang went down
The words he spoke became softer and softer, until they disappeared and could no longer be heard...