Hu Yueyue broke away from the restraint and first put her hands on her back and rubbed it a few times. Her eyes saw that the tooth marks on Song Tianlang's fingers were bleeding. There was some unbearable embarrassment on her face, but deep down in her heart, she was filled with curses. Yaya's
Deserve it.
Wrinkling her nose sadly, Hu Yueyue glanced at the three people not far away and glared. She took in a hissing breath, it really hurt. Ran Wu's pupils were filled with fluctuations. Then she continued to rub the barbarian's stranglehold.
A dull pain in my back and a burst of abdominal complaints——
Yeah, yeah, it's so barbaric, so cruel, his arms and chest are as hard as iron.
But she miraculously didn't hate or disgust her. Thinking more deeply, it was because people didn't want her to continue biting her lip.
Just thinking about it made my heart beat uncontrollably.
Why did this man do this? What on earth did he want? When she cried at the airport, he comforted her and gave her a handkerchief. When they met again by chance on the plane, he walked her back to her seat and asked someone to bring her food. She was grateful.
Yes, but now his behavior makes her a little confused, but it makes her heart beat faster and she is still slightly moved and a little confused...
Song Tianlang stared coldly at her ever-changing fleshy face, and asked again in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"
Well?
Hu Yueyue was stunned for a moment and shook her head violently, "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt very much!" As she spoke, she opened her eyes and told lies. In fact, she was in so much pain that she wanted to cry.
When Song Tianlang heard the words and saw her appearance, he pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing more. Instead, he picked up the previous question, "What's your name?"
Hu Yueyue raised her eyes and glanced at Song Tianlang's face again, then moved away in an instant, her nerves tightening, and she forced herself to put on Hu Yueyue's standard smile, and widened her mouth: "My name is Hu Yueyue."
"Hu Yueyue?" Song Tianlang frowned and repeated, seemingly thoughtful.
"Well, Hu Yueyue, because my name contains the character for "three months" and I was born on the lunar calendar, all my acquaintances like to call me "lunar month"!" Hu Yueyue smiled lightly and explained carefully every word, just because
Her name was too common, not as nice as the names of her good friends. So she once felt inferior to her name and was upset.
Song Tianlang raised his handsome eyebrows and remained silent.
The hospital hall is filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, but it makes people feel inexplicably peaceful.
Hu Yueyue, the third month of the lunar calendar. At that time, there is some warmth and some cold spring. Just like in the guqin song "Yangchun": the spring breeze dances, the Jincheng spring is warm, the grass is nostalgic, and sings and walks. You will taste the taste. Silkworms
The mulberry leaves are green in the moon, the willow blossoms are white when the orioles are in season, the mist is light and the rain is refreshing, and the spring breeze is covered with flowers, which are the best marks of the third month of the lunar calendar.
But at this time, in Song Tianlang's eyes, such a person in the third month of the lunar calendar was Hu Yueyue. She looked fleshy and extremely cute. But she also had her own charm and brilliance.
She didn't have to do anything deliberately, but she could exude an aura that attracted his attention and a light fragrance from her body. That's why he was attracted at the airport, and followed the smell and looked over. Look at her
Tears, seeing her biting her lip, I subconsciously wanted to stop and comfort her.
His eyes dimmed, and he quickly leaned forward and approached, clamped Hu Yueyue's shoulders with his big hands, made her raise her head to look at him, and asked in a deep voice, "What is the fragrance on your body?"