The sound of clinking pots and pans could be heard in the kitchen. After all, Bo Yeyuan was not someone who worked often. When he learned how to cook at Bo's house, he had a bunch of servants to help him prepare the side dishes.
His back was busy and he accidentally knocked the plate...
Li Qiyu leaned against the door, looking at his heroic profile. The sleeves of his brand-name shirt were rolled up, and the strawberry apron looked inappropriate on him.
He was making dumplings in the pot without any other ingredients. He was afraid that she would be hungry for too long and would not be able to wait.
Suddenly, as if he sensed her presence, he turned around and saw her, his thick eyebrows furrowed: "Your leg is injured, and you're still running around."
Li Qiyu stood there in shock, that was fine... Even if everything was a false illusion, he only gave her tenderness to hurt her more seriously in the future... She also wanted to indulge in a happy time, as if she had made a small
A moment of dreaming. She was too lonely and in pain, and she longed for his little warmth.
Bo Yeyuan, I'm so tired that I don't even have the courage to refuse your show.
Bo Yeyuan turned down the fire, walked up to her in a few strides, held her shoulder with one hand, hugged her waist and easily fell into his arms.
Li Qiyu's face was leaning on his chest, and his eyes were sore and achy after crying hard just now.
Bo Yeyuan's body was slightly stiff. Looking at the docile little rabbit, she realized that this wild cat also had time to be docile...
He carried her to the sofa area and put her down, pinched her chin and saw that her eyes were red because she had cried again. Since when did that proud woman always cry?
Only then did he realize that she seemed to have changed from before, becoming more silent and no longer sharp and piercing.
The flame of hatred in her eyes also disappeared, becoming as quiet as a pool of warm water.
The air was slightly warm, and the two of them looked at each other silently, as if they had never stared at each other so seriously. However, the feeling of sorrow and sorrow never left.
Bo Yeyuan pursed his thin lips stiffly and kissed her forehead twice: "Have you cried? Why?"
Why did he make her unhappy... He was cautious in every move he made, fearing that he would make the same mistake again.
"Li Qiyu, last night..."
Li Qiyu's soft little body immediately stiffened, and her little hands clenched tightly: "Don't say any more!"
He pursed his lips tightly and stared at her.
There was pleading in Li Qiyu's eyes. Once he told her, she wouldn't even be able to pretend to obey him. Let her be happy for a while. When she came to this world, she had not yet enjoyed the sweetness of love or happiness. Even if
Now it's fake, it's his acting to abandon her ruthlessly in order to make her fall in love with him.
She thought she couldn't get out of the play...because she had fallen in love with him a long time ago.
Bo Yeyuan frowned. He didn't know why she was so resistant. He wanted to ask clearly: "Li Qiyu, yesterday..."
Li Qiyu's tears burst out: "Please."
He likes to hear her beg him so much, she begs! Okay?
Don't throw her to hell so quickly...
Li Qiyu's tearful face was buried in his arms, and her small shoulders trembled.
Bo Yeyuan was always so easily infected by her. As soon as she cried, he felt that the whole world was dead. He hurriedly raised her chin. Was she so unbearable that he touched her last night? Thinking of her in
They smashed things crazily in the hotel and were so violent that they hurt themselves.
He has never been able to see through her. She is so obsessed with what is going on in her mind.
"I won't tell you," he coaxed in a low voice, "Is it okay if I don't tell you? Stop crying..."