She has become increasingly unable to control her temper recently.
No, it should be said that as soon as the matter involves Lu Yan and the person deep in her heart, her temper will skyrocket in an instant. If she had not received very targeted training, her rational instinct would be involved
The anger in her heart, this little girl like an active volcano, has probably exploded!
And this is not a good sign, at least in the eyes of the imperial doctor.
"You don't need to be so kind!"
Unable to break free from the hand that was holding her arm, Bo Jinghan glared at him, the burning light in his eyes gradually weakened as the two looked at each other, replaced by a deep weakness and a strong
Laugh at yourself.
Suddenly, she felt that she was really pathetic!
——You can't do whatever you want, you can't express your emotions. You can't speak out the grievances and resentments in your heart, because if you speak out, you will be blocked by thousands of reasons that you can't refute. But she was like this
You can’t laugh when you’re happy, you can’t cry when you’re miserable, and even if you vent your dissatisfaction to yourself, you will be criticized!
It seems that this kind of life can no longer be summed up by the word "pathetic"...
"hehe……"
A sneer, filled with desolation, slowly flowed through the carriage.
The faint smell of potion, mixed with the smell of blood, appeared and then disappeared as the doctor skillfully handled the mouth.
After retying the bandage and loosening the shackles, Bao Jinghan glanced at him coldly, said "thank you" in a low voice, then quickly withdrew his hand and turned to look out the window.
His eyes fell on the lampposts swinging by in the night, but his thoughts wandered to the far end of the sky.
It wasn't until the car stopped in front of a hotel and the doorman came to open the door and held out his arm with white gloves to her that Bo Jinghan finally came back to his senses.
…
The antique clock in the guest room struck twice in succession.
At two o'clock in the morning, Bo Jinghan, who had just finished blow-drying his hair, came out of the bathroom. With the corner of his eyes glancing across the sofa, he saw that familiar figure sitting there, taking a sleepy nap.
The coffee table was facing his direction, and there were seven or eight cigarette butts thrown into the ashtray. It was obvious that he had destroyed them all by himself.
Bo Jinghan wrinkled the tip of his nose. The faint smell of smoke in the air stimulated her olfactory nerves, and the restless emotions surging in her heart became stronger and stronger.
But when her eyes once again fell on Aze, who looked tired and was resting on the sofa, taking a nap, always on guard, the feeling of powerlessness that made her heart choke became even more intense.
For a moment, Bo Jinghan, who was deep in thought, seemed to have been cast a restraining spell.
Standing motionless at the door of the bathroom, silent for a long time!
…
"Miss? Sorry, I just--"
Alarmed by the sound of subtle footsteps, Aze woke up suddenly, just in time to see Bo Jinghan holding a blanket and walking towards him. Instantly, any fatigue and sleepiness were gone, replaced by a gentle warmth, like a soft blanket touching the skin.
, slowly crossed my mind.
At the same time, deep self-blame also emerged in my heart.
He really didn't expect that he, who was always vigilant, would actually fall asleep in front of his master in this strange environment! Fortunately, nothing happened. If something happened again like the past few days, he would
A cat demon with nine lives is not enough to kill those guys who are secretly causing trouble, right?!
