Xiao absolutely held Xia Hua on a soft couch with ten fragrant pillows, and they were covered with thick fox hair. Xia Hua felt a little hot, and the fox hair was lifted by half of his head, but he was safely resting in Xiao’s arms.
"Flowers, maybe I will always be so cold. Are you afraid of the cold?"
"Yes!" Xia Hua nodded and his eyes fell on him like jade. "So you have to warm yourself up so that you can be human!"
Xiao Jue smell speech can’t help but turn to Xia Hua and put out his hand on her nose with a smile. "I’m not afraid of cold. I’ll never feel cold with you in this small heater."
"I don’t want to be a small heater." Xia Hua’s red lips raised. "If you want to do it, you should do it."
Shaw unique still light smile hand wrapped in summer flowers hair close to summer flowers some lips to her ear low say with smile.
With a low smile in her ear, "I’m not afraid of flowers. You can’t stand being so warm …"
Xia Hua listened to him and remembered that he was so warm when he was poisoned by aphrodisiac. Her face turned red and she felt that her ears were tickled by him. She slightly adjusted her body and left his arms to keep her ears away from his lips. She smiled gently. "Okay, I won’t talk to you about this. Have you said anything serious?"
"Flowers, what did I just say?"
"Why do you have to ask me if you are not serious yourself?"
He suddenly leaned over and buried his head deeply in her shoulder and sighed, "Flowers, you should know how much I want you. Even if you don’t promise me, I can endure it. You have to ask me these words. Do you know that …"
"Actually what?"
"In fact, I endure a lot of pain."
Summer flowers Xi Xi a smile "endure it and get used to it, hehe …"
He smiled naively, and the cold breath sprayed in her soft shoulder socket, and then looked up at her Gherardini way, "I’m afraid I can’t wait for the habit."
He hugged her more closely, and she reached out her index finger and touched his chest a little. "Tell me about the purple wind."
He ignored her cold lips and kissed her for a while before letting her go. "Flowers, tell me about yourself. Who are you?"
Xia Hua naturally knew what he wanted to ask, but refused to answer. She looked at him and repeated, "Tell me about the purple wind."
He still ignored her and bowed his head and covered her soft lips. This time, he was very gentle, almost with violent demands. He sucked Xia Hua and kissed for a long time. He let her go and asked again, "Who are you, Hua Hua?"
She sticks out her tongue and gently licks the red and swollen lips and face. After a passionate flush, she gives him a white look and refuses to lose her way. "Tell me about the purple wind."
"Flowers, you are really …" His kiss rained down on her lips, neck and chest.
This time, his wanton and frosty skin touched her hot body, and she gradually became intoxicated. She knew what he wanted to know. She was not ready. More specifically, she didn’t like to expose everything to others. She had * * even if she liked Xiao Jue, she couldn’t keep telling him.
In the last days, she had learned not to trust people easily, but because of his little boy who has been following him.
He once called out to her sister affectionately and took care of her when she was seriously injured, which almost killed her.
From the initial disbelief to the gradual belief, she finally treated him as her own brother. She went through a long psychological journey and accepted him with open heart and lungs.
Perhaps she has been lonely for too long, and there is a longing for warmth buried in her heart that makes it difficult for her to know. She found a precious sibling affection in him, which is a kind of family relationship that depends on life and death, and she cherishes it more than that.
But at that time, she didn’t know that she would die at his hands.
From then on, she will never trust people again.
Even in a different era and identity, even if she likes this man named Xiao Jue in front of her, she will never believe it again.
She wanted her body to sink with him, and her reason gradually began to disappear in his fury, but she knew that she wanted to be happy, not so little, not that he forced her.
She opened her fallen eyes with a kind of infatuation and drunkenness. She couldn’t help but spill a melody from her lips and teeth. She reached out and held his head. "Xiao Jue, is this what you want?"
His pale face was floating, and his red eyes were still as blurred as spring water, but suddenly he came to his senses and stopped all movement
"Flower, I want to know who you are."
"Talk about purple wind"
"Even so, you won’t say anything about flowers?"
"Xiao Jue, you shouldn’t force me."
"Well, Flower, I will never force you again." He always drops away from her and holds her in his arms.
In fact, he doesn’t want to force her, but he doesn’t know if he can come back. He thinks that he can stay with her for half a year, but now he is afraid of having these short days. He doesn’t want to know who his flowers are the day he dies.
Once upon a time, he didn’t care who the flower was, he knew he loved her.
But now he wants to know Bibi wants to know where to find her after death. If past lives doesn’t even know who she is, he will find her.
He held her quietly and said slowly, "I, Ziliufeng, am a disciple of the Phantom Door in southern Xinjiang. To be precise, I should be a slave. Everyone there has no dignity, no thoughts and no reverence in black and white. Only one person is our master Li Jiang. He has a large number of slave training officers who specialize in training children with excellent qualifications taken from all over the country and the children I entered in the same batch. I am the only one alive, and Ziliufeng went in three years before me. He was also the only living person in that group of children. He became my brother. Later, I killed my master, Li Jiang, and his master
Xia Hua listened to Xiao Jue in a dull tone as if telling other people’s business. She couldn’t help but feel palpitations. Xiao Jue developed such indifference. The organization didn’t say that she also knew that she reached out and explored his forehead and his eyebrows. He straightened his nose and buried his head closer to his face for a long time before he felt distressed and regretted eating and asked, "Xiao Jue turned out to be like this …"
"Flowers don’t have to make me sad because I won’t feel sad myself. I’ll say it because you want to know."
"Doesn’t Ziliufeng hate his master?" "
"He naturally hates" Xiao Jueyin flatly stretched out his hand and rubbed Xia Hua’s soft hair "He hates others because his teacher’s mother is also his parents"
Summer flowers are even more stunned by a pair of eyes. It is unbelievable that "there are such cruel parents on this day."
"Li Jiang never admitted that Ziliufeng was his child. In his heart, only one woman was life, and the child born to Nie Zhen Niang was just a slave killer like us. However, Nie Zhen Niang still had some true feelings for Ziliufeng."
"It’s strange that he wanted to kill you for ten years, but it turned out to be like this."
"It’s not over. It’s also because of Yuan Xin."
"Is it Sister Yuan Ruan?"
"Well," Xiao absolutely lowered his eyes and continued, "I personally killed her in the method of poison in Yuan psychosomatic body."
"Is that a poisonous solution?"
Xiao absolutely slightly "solution" for a moment.
Xia Hua sighed, "I think the purple wind is also a poor man. I don’t know that Li Jiang’s heart is full of women who treat her own children like this."
Xiao Jue took a look at Xia Hua, and his eyebrows seemed to be concentrating on something and turned to his heart. "Flowers, you seem to be very concerned about that purple wind?"
Xia Hua skimmed the pie mouth and said, "What is the purple wind in my heart? I want to know about your past."
"Well, then tell me about my past and our present and future."
Xia Hua raised an eyebrow, smiled and looked at Xiao with one hand. "Okay, you can talk and I’ll listen."
"I didn’t have flowers in the past, but now I have to make up for them. I have to make up for the past 22 years." His cold fingertips touched her gentle cheeks and stopped at her lips. He stared at her with ecstasy. "Will the flowers be made up tonight?"
"Xiao Jue, can you be serious?" Xia Hua Miao mu glared at him with anger and anger.
He whispered, "I’m serious about flowers."
Xia Hua grinds her teeth, resists the urge to bow her knees, reaches out and pats her. She starts to feel uneasy and says, "I’ll make it up later."
He looked at her quietly for a while and said quietly, "I’m afraid there is no future."
Xia Hua’s heart is slightly sour, but she laughs. "If you dare not have a future, I will definitely change it."
"Flowers, you are still as cruel to me as before."
"I’m cruel to myself if I’m not cruel to you. I’d rather be cruel to you." She sneered with a narrow smile. "You men really think about animals with a half-length."
"What does the flower mean?"
"You fool, take it literally."