The convulsing little girl pushed his hand away, turned her head, and stared at his handsome face that was trying to suppress and pretending to be calm. She burst into tears while laughing, and said kindly: "Don't worry, today
I will never tell anyone what happened. Under those circumstances, it was an accident and there were no outsiders, so you don’t have to be shy or sad.”
Huan'erniu kept her promise and did not tell anyone about this matter, but this matter became the laughing stock of her lifelong mockery of Master Xing.
Mr. Xing's face was livid, he tightened his pants, his eyes were filled with murderous flames, and he stared at her fiercely and warned: "If you dare to leak it, I will beat you to death."
The majestic Mr. Xing, with his image and integrity, is already a stranger.
There was a smile on Xiahou Huan'er's lips, and there was no look of fear on her face.
He vowed: "I promise, this is a secret between the two of us."
Only then did Mr.
Get up and walk to the river not far away.
When they came to the river, Xiahou Huan'er saw the reflection in the river and almost fell into the river in fright.
Mr. Xing had quick eyes and quick hands, and pulled her back, giving her a cold look: "Be calm."
Xia Houhuan'er reached out to cover her dirty, bloodstained, ugly face, and screamed in fright: "My face, am I disfigured?"
"You..." Dongfang Xing just wanted to say that she was fine, but when he thought of how arrogantly she had laughed at him just now, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a strange and cold evil sneer, "It's very serious."
"What?" Is she badly disfigured?
Xiahou Huan'er's eyes were demented, with tears flashing, and he looked like he had suffered a heavy blow and was in pain.
Dongfang Xing took out his handkerchief, dipped it in some water, raised her chin with one hand, his eyes were cold, but his movements were baby-like, he wiped the blood on her face gently, and when he saw the tears rolling in her eyes, he couldn't help it.
He sighed secretly, then calmly said as if nothing had happened: "It's very dirty."
Uh, Xiahou Huan'er choked up.
"My face is just dirty."
She finally came to her senses this time, grabbed his wrist, and asked excitedly: "It's just that the face is dirty, not disfigured?"
I really don’t understand, is a woman really so afraid of being disfigured? Looking at her just now, it seemed like the sky was falling.
Without saying a word, he took out his hand and turned her face to the river, letting her see for herself.
The blood on her face had been wiped clean, and it was reflected on the river. Except for the wound on her forehead, her face was still delicate and beautiful, with no flaws. She reached out and touched it. Fortunately, it was still smooth and without scars.
She turned around angrily and glared at the expressionless Dongfang Xing: "You did it on purpose."
You can joke about everything, but you can't joke about her beautiful face. She can have no moral integrity, but she can't accept her disfigurement.
Arrogance is her personality, and beauty is her nature.
Yes, he did it on purpose.
He neither denies nor admits it, which is tantamount to acquiescence.
Xiahou Huan'er couldn't get angry, so she clenched her fist and hit him. Unexpectedly, the wound on her body was affected, and she grinned in pain.
Dongfang Xing's face suddenly darkened, he grabbed her fist and asked anxiously: "Where are you injured?"
Ah ah ah, dear friends, do you really want Master Xing to eat Huan'er?