Little Hughes climbed onto the bed and grabbed one end of the quilt: "Ache, answer me."
Gong Zihua rolled up the quilt fiercely like a winter silkworm: "Are you done with this?"
Little Hughes knelt down on the bed, looked at him deeply, and saw that he had no temper at all.
Even if Gong Zihua closed her eyes, her sharp eyes seemed to be piercing with sharp edges.
I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, but it was as long as Mong Zihua fell asleep again. Little Hughes let out an inaudible sigh, let go of the quilt and got out of bed.
Gong Zihua's back immediately moved as she heard the boy's footsteps gradually walking away.
Gong Zihua couldn't hold it any longer, and sat up and wanted to say something, but suddenly she lost her voice and became mute.
Little Hughes tiptoed to open the hotel door and walked out.
Gong Zihua's eyes were a little empty, and his heart was also empty. He originally thought that little Xius would not wake up, but he woke up again so soon. He thought that when little Xius woke up, he compromised, but then this kid left again.
!
Going back to the underground kingdom? Finally leaving!?
Let's go, let's go, we can't keep those who want to go, and we can't drive away those who want to stay!
Gong Zihua was in a bad mood and touched on the bedside table. Where was the half pack of cigarettes that she had not finished smoking?
He jumped out of bed barefoot and searched around, opened the drawer, rushed to the desk and disturbed the neatly packed books, then ran to the sofa and slipped around, but couldn't find it anywhere. What the hell, did he grow wings and fly away?
Gong Zihua sat slumped on the sofa, holding her head with both hands and resting her elbows on her knees, a posture of criminal surrender.
Damn, what’s going on with this inexplicable emotion?
He was in a daze for a while, unable to feel the passage of time at all, until he froze in this posture and heard the sound of swiping the door card from outside the door.
Gong Zihua looked up in surprise, and Xiao Xiu Si opened the door, picked up the shopping bag on the ground, walked in, and closed the door with his feet.
Gong Zihua's eyes swept quickly, and when he saw Xiao Xiu Si's face, he immediately lowered his head again, so that he didn't see what this guy was carrying...
Little Hughes didn't say hello to him. He walked past him carrying a lot of things and walked to the kitchen. There was another sound of the door closing.
Gong Zihua raised her head when she heard the sound of locks being locked, thinking that little Xius had already embarked on the journey to the underground kingdom.
He walked lightly like a thief and moved to the kitchen door. He put his ear against the door and heard the clatter of pots and spoons from inside...
No need to think too much, little Hughes was cooking inside and just ran out to buy groceries?
Gong Zihua twitched the corner of her mouth, not understanding what this little bitch~dog meant?
Suddenly, the footsteps of Little Hughes came this way, and Gong Zihua immediately ran quickly. When he jumped over the coffee table and jumped onto the sofa, his feet hit the feet of the coffee table.
I was in pain, the pain was heartbreaking, and the toe bones seemed to be broken.
Gong Zihua's face was ashen, and he pressed his little toe that was hit with both hands. Is he going to be crippled?
Mong Zihua's face was so painful that she opened her mouth silently to prevent herself from suppressing the sound of pain.
At the same time, little Hughes opened the door.
He walked over slowly, picked up the lighter from the coffee table, and glanced at Gong Zihua strangely.
Gong Zihua sat upright, with a serious look on her face, a layer of sweat on her forehead, her legs crossed, and one hand wrapping her injured foot.
Little Hughes was noncommittal, picked up the lighter, turned around and left.
When Gong Zihua saw his small body turning away, she immediately began to wail in pain in her heart.