Chapter 268: An Angry Beauty Like Water and Tenderness
Chapter 268: Angry beauty is as tender as water
"Brother, I'm going back then. If you need anything, call me."
"Yeah." He Donghai nodded and looked out the window thoughtfully.
At the same time, Miss Meng Xueting's anger became more and more intense.
Xueting was originally sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at Zhihao, but she suddenly stood up and rushed towards Zhihao. Zhihao was startled and stood up.
But I saw Xue Ting rushing towards Zhihao without saying a word. A pair of pink fists landed on Zhihao neither lightly nor hard. Zhihao's chest had been beaten countless times by Xue Ting's angry fist.
Thinking about the great suffering and deep hatred, it was nothing more than that. It wasn't until Miss Meng Xueting looked really tired that she stopped.
Zhihao didn't know what was going on, so he could only accept it unconditionally. What else could Zhihao do for his sister's pink fist beating, he could only bear it silently, there was no other choice. Besides, even sticks could not hurt Zhihao, Xueting
How can this pair of pink fists beat Zhihao? It's just a tickle at best. Zhihao even felt Xueting's blows were gentle and tender, but Xueting was also very focused on the blows.
Xueting finally got tired of beating, stopped her hands, and still looked at Zhihao angrily without saying a word. Those eyes, although beautiful, were cold, as if they could see through Zhihao's internal organs.
Zhihao looked shocked and did not dare to say anything. He just looked at Xueting with a look of concern on his face. Can Zhihao blame Xueting, his sister? Not at all.
The two looked at each other for a long time before Xueting whispered, "Hold me for a while."
Zhihao naturally did not dare to disobey, he stretched out his arms gently and held Xueting in his arms. Although he was a violent sister just now, she was still gentle and amiable when she was in his arms. We smiled and said, Zhihao is
Isn't it really a bitch?
"Why..., stop fighting?" Zhihao smiled softly.
"You..." Xueting whispered again, with resentment in her command, "Stop talking, hold me tight."
This is a strange scene. In a hotel room, two young people are standing between two single beds, hugging each other tightly. There is no passion, just a tender embrace, like a brother holding his sister.
That kind of.
In fact, the person in Zhihao's arms is his sister. Xueting's warm and pure breath makes Zhihao feel pure. At the same time, Zhihao's heart becomes pure as well, without any distracting thoughts. Although Xueting is pure
Tao can be called a beauty, a beauty that many men want to pursue.
The afternoon sun is the warmest and brightest time of the day. Looking through the window, Zhihao can clearly see the number of pedestrians on the street. There are many times more people than in the morning. The pedestrians must be in a good mood, so they are so leisurely and contented.
People are walking on the streets. If they are depressed, they should stay at home. Why go out on the streets?
Zhihao didn't know what he was thinking. At the same time, he couldn't fully understand his anger towards Xueting. It seemed that he had some imagination but couldn't understand it. Seeing that Xueting's mood improved slightly, Zhihao couldn't ask more questions.
Worrying that if you talk too much, you will make your sister sad, it is also not good to look angry.
The two of them hugged each other quietly and without any sensitivity for a long time. Then Xueting said leisurely, "I'm tired and want to sleep."
As he spoke, his body remained motionless. Zhihao understood and gently picked up Xueting, placed her gently on the bed, and gently covered Xueting with the quilt. Xueting did not say a word, but turned over and faced Zhihao with her back.
Zhihao smiled as he struck up a conversation, couldn't say much, and lay down on his bed.
Everyone is happy, the perfect ending, Zhihao's mood should be happy, but seeing Xueting like this, Zhihao couldn't be happy for a while. He was thinking about Yuting, tossing and turning, and couldn't fall asleep for a while. He wanted to practice cultivation, but he felt that his thoughts were focused for a while.
He couldn't get up, turned over a few times, and fell into a deep sleep.
When Zhihao woke up, the sun was setting in the west.
As soon as Zhihao opened his eyes, he saw Xue Ting sitting quietly beside his bed, looking at him quietly. Although she did not cry, her face was full of sadness. This was a gentle and gentle expression, far more angry than the one on her face.
Charming, Zhihao couldn't help but look at Xueting longingly, and couldn't help but gently hold Xueting's hand with one hand.
Soft and warm hands, as soft as boneless.
The two of them didn't speak. They held hands quietly and looked at each other quietly. Xueting finally blushed, lowered her head and smiled softly, "What are you looking at? I've never seen it before..."
"I've never seen a beautiful woman before." Zhihao answered in a low voice. He couldn't help but blush, looked away, stood up, and smiled, "You're not angry anymore...?"
"Why am I still angry?" Xueting looked resentful, "If you get angry again, you will..."
Xueting's next words were spoken in a very low voice, as if she could only hear them, "I was shot by someone's gun..."
Zhihao suddenly realized that Xueting's sister was angry because of this. Zhihao was moved for a moment, Xueting cared about him. Such anger, a beauty's anger, was full of tenderness.
Zhihao couldn't help but look at Xueting, holding those tender little hands tightly, "In the future, if I don't..., I must be careful. Sister Xueting, please rest assured."
"You still know that you have a sister, so I can rest assured. Looking at your arrogant look, do you think you are a great hero? Invulnerable?" Xueting Youran's face was full of resentment.
"If you don't do this again in the future, you must be careful, you must be careful." Zhihao expressed his determination in a hurry.
"Actually, I've wanted to talk about you for a long time..." Xueting's eyes were red, "That time with Liu Xiaoyuan and the others, you were so stupid. They even hit you with sticks, but you didn't dodge.
Doesn’t that hurt? In their place, it’s easy to come back without any serious injuries, and you give the gun to others casually. What if he really shoots you? How can you give the gun to others casually? And let them fire it
Qiang, how heroic are you? You regard death as nothing but death..."
The more Xueting spoke, the angrier she became, and the resentment in her eyes gradually became mixed with blame. What made Zhihao relieved was that he was not furious yet. As long as Xueting's sister was not furious, the situation would be better.
Zhihao remained silent and let Xueting scold him.
Xueting talked for a long time. Zhihao sat quietly next to Xueting, holding Xueting's hand, without saying a word. At the end of Xueting's words, she let out a long sigh, "I don't even know what to say to you.
alright!"
Zhihao smiled silently, "Don't worry, I know he won't shoot. Monkey is also a loyal person."
"You always use your own thoughts to judge others. Who knows what they were thinking at that time." Xueting said in a low voice, "You are good, you are so impressive. If you have a third child..., I
…, what should I do with my sister?”
There was a slight complaint, and then two more bah-bah sounds, "What am I talking about?" and he smiled lightly at Zhihao.
Seeing Xueting's expression softening slightly, Zhihao also smiled.
"Don't laugh, I'm not allowed to laugh." Xueting's face became fierce again, and Zhihao quickly put away his smile. This sister is really amazing.
Zhihao leisurely and stupidly held Xueting's hand, but he saw Xueting's face turned red and she whispered, "Let go." With a slight movement, he gently took his hand out of Zhihao's hand, and Zhihao also smiled.
I looked out the window awkwardly and saw that the sun was already setting in the west and would soon set in the west.
The next time, the brother and sister spent time in a harmonious atmosphere.
Zhihao took Xueting shopping until they reached their stomachs, and they started to growl, before looking for a place to eat. Zhihao looked at Xueting's red nose, still smiling cheerfully, and couldn't help but feel happy for his sister's happiness.
