"Wait, I still have something to say." Seeing that he was about to close the door, she immediately blocked it with her hand.
result……
Tragic!
"Ah, my hand." It hurts!
I resisted the urge to jump, but it really hurt, and I almost shed tears.[
No matter how she screamed or jumped, Xia Houyu never reacted at all, he didn't even bother to look at her again, and remained indifferent."
"Look, it's all red and it hurts."
Yan Zhui'er handed her hand over to him to see. In fact, her hand was really red. The pinch just now was really not a fake.
It's just that this person doesn't even care.
Has your heart become iron?
"Is it broken?"
"No." Soon,
I have no choice but to live alone and feel depressed.
No one cares, no one asks,
Tragic!
"If it doesn't stop, then go back to your south courtyard. I don't want the people in the house to be disturbed."
"..." Yan Zhui'er took a deep breath, wondering why he was making her angry every time he said a word.
It's that woman in the room again, why is everything related to her now?
"Is my injury more important, or the rest of the person inside?"
Yan Zhui'er was direct to him. During the day, she seemed to be thinking about why, asking whether he wanted her or Yan'er, which of the two of them was more important. These words were always repeated, repeated, and repeated.
My head hurts a little.
"What do you think?"
The door slammed shut.
Xia Houyu did not answer her directly, but his actions hurt people more than his words.[
The door is closed tightly.
Outside the door, Yan Zhui'er stood blankly.
Staring at the closed door in disbelief, he, he, he actually...
Does he want to make her angry, or does he want her to give up and go back?