Should he tell her that the bruises on his face were caused by her slapping him in his sleep? Isn't that embarrassing?
"Hey..." Looking at his straight and leaving back, Xiahou Huan'er stamped her feet angrily. She had never seen such an arrogant man.
I wanted to follow him, but I thought that the fly would bring the Persian cat with me. I ground my teeth and decided not to join in the fun. I was really afraid of getting entangled with her again.
I have nothing to do, wander around the zombie camp, and keep in touch with the zombies.
Wandering around, the sky was clear and clear, but suddenly there were dark clouds, and there was a downpour of rain.
Xiahou Huan'er covered her head with her hands and ran towards the house quickly. Damn it, the rain was coming so fast and so hard.
Suddenly a tall figure turned out from the side. Xiahou Huan'er couldn't hold back and bumped into him with a bang.
Her nose hit a hard wall of flesh, and the pain immediately made her scream: "Wow... my nose... it hurts me to death."
A cold and penetrating deep voice came from above her head: "Are you okay?" His palms rested on her waist, supporting her as hard as iron.
This voice makes me feel horrified.
Xia Houhuan'er touched her nose and raised her head. What came into view was a handsome but violent face with resolute face and red eyes, which reminded people of massacre and blood.
She recognized him. He was Han Hai, the general of the zombie camp. It was said that his combat power was second only to the zombie king, a man full of dangers.
"I'm fine. It turns out to be Sir Haohan. I'm sorry."
She smiled dryly and wanted to move away, but she couldn't move. Her face couldn't help but change slightly. What did he want to do if he didn't let go and hold her?
"You have rainwater on your face." Hanhai used a free hand to wipe her face gently with his sleeve.
Xiahou Huan'er felt her head boom, struck by lightning, and went blank.
She stared at him blankly and forgot to push him away.
Hanhai's movements were very gentle, wiping off the water droplets on her face bit by bit, with half-lowered eyelids, and one arm still restraining her waist. His expression and posture were like treating his little love.
Until a sweet voice full of surprise came: "Master, it turns out you are here, I finally found you."
Hearing this voice, Xiahou Huan'er felt a chill, returned to his original position, and quickly pushed Han Hai away, a little embarrassed: "Well, I can do it myself."
Hanhai looked at her, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he said sincerely: "You are very cute."
Xiahou Huan'er touched her face, raised her tail, and said proudly: "Many people said the same thing."
The smile on Hao Han's face widened, and he suddenly reached out to touch the top of her head and said curiously: "Interesting." After saying that, he quickly left without waiting for her to react.
What does he mean?
Xiahou Huan'er was confused by his behavior.
The Persian cat that had been chasing here passed by Hao Han. She glanced at the vast sea, and a strange light flashed in her green eyes. She then turned away and ran to Xia Hou Huan'er, grabbing her wrist and feeling full of joy.
Face said excitedly: "Master, I finally found you."
Xiahou Huan'er quickly withdrew her hand, and when she heard her voice, goosebumps fell all over the floor.
She glared at her angrily and asked fiercely: "I have already set you free, why are you still lingering around me? What are you trying to do?"
The Persian cat bit its lower lip, showing a pitiful expression about to cry: "I'm not going anywhere, I just want to stay with my master."
