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Chapter 153 The Boy in the Painting (39)
Chapter 153 The Boy in the Painting (39)
Gu Yiyi didn't know when the boy became so fierce. Although his voice was soft and soft, it still couldn't hide the threatening smile at the end of his voice.
The voice continued to speak, but the little girl didn't hear anything clearly. She was lying sideways inside the bed, her back pressed against the wall, and she seemed to be drenched in cold sweat.
The wisteria flower's breath is so strong that it fills all the breath, it is strong and aggressive, completely inconsistent with the young man's clean temperament, the space is cramped, and the little girl has an illusion in a trance.
She seemed to be completely imprisoned.
The man talked for another 5 minutes, but the boy still didn't answer. He slowly combed the girl's soft hair, but he didn't dare to provoke the man, so he had to leave.
After the man left, Gu Yiyi felt more and more nervous.
Now her body has recovered and she can carry out activities, but she is very stiff.
The little girl was just about to pretend to wake up, but Mu Chen suddenly pressed her eyelids with his fingertips, the cold oppression, the young man bent down, and the icy breath of wisteria flowers seemed to drown her, making her feel cold and oppressed. Gu Yiyi was a little out of breath.
"Yiyi," his shallow breath hit the ear, a little itchy, the little girl's nervousness became more serious, and her eyelashes trembled violently, "I know you're awake."
The little girl opened the other eye, recalling what the boy said before she fell into a coma, she pursed her lips:
"Is this your birthday present?"
Make her dizzy?
Perhaps because he had been awake for a while, the blurred picture quickly came into focus, and his vision gradually became clearer.
"No."
The young man's face is beautiful and attractive, he blinked, but his glazed eyes looked like an ignorant child, tilting his head, his tone was a little disdainful, as if expecting to be praised: "How could I give Yiyi such a simple gift. "
Gu Yiyi didn't speak.
Shabby?
So what is his so-called refinement?
I don't know why, but thinking of this, Gu Yiyi suddenly got a little angry.
So she turned around and didn't look at him.
Seeing the little girl curled up in a ball, only revealing her slender back buried by long black hair, probably feeling the scorching gaze from behind, she pulled the quilt a little higher and shrunk even smaller.
The boy couldn't help but leaned forward.
He lay on the other side of the bed, stretched out his hand gently, and embraced the girl who was as soft and lovely as a rice dumpling, her body was so soft.
"Yiyi." The young man called out with a smile, but the little girl ignored him and shrank even more towards the corner of the wall.
It seems to want to stay away from him.
His eyes were slightly darkened, but the boy's voice was somewhat aggrieved: "Yiyi, why are you ignoring me?"
After all, I still can't bear it.
The little girl pursed her lips and did not turn her head. Instead, she gently stretched out her white and tender fingers, and tugged at the corner of the sleeve of his arm lying across her waist. She said softly, "What gift?"
Naturally, Gu Yiyi didn't see it either. The corners of the young man's lips curled up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a flash of evil at the end of his slender eyes.
He knew it.
Just pretend to be pitiful, and his little girl will be soft-hearted as usual.
Mu Chen simply turned Gu Yiyi's body over, and the two looked at each other, as if frightened by his scorching gaze, the little girl dodged her eyes, and her slender and curly eyelashes trembled slightly.
Like a kitten shivering with fear.
Cute and pathetic.
The boy's heart moved, he bit the little girl's soft and pink lips, grinding his teeth.
"Only our world."
With a smile in his voice, he said softly.
(End of this chapter)