Chapter 727

White millet leaf at this moment in the heart is also acid to the extreme.

Ten years ago, the scene of owl blowing her hair, like a movie, flashed through her mind. I thought I had forgotten the details, but now I find that I still remember them clearly --

"the hair is still wet, don't go to bed!" At that time, she just fell on the bed and was picked up by the owl mercilessly.

"Well, let me sleep, owl, please I've been riding all day today. I'm so tired. " She was so coquettish that she almost hung on the owl.

"The last time I didn't dry my hair and woke up with a headache, have you forgotten?" Owl soft into a group of her, firmly held, a stern lesson.

But she was not afraid at all. Now she was about to fall asleep. With one eye and a half squint, she was playing with Lai's chuckle, "well, I forgot, I forgot everything..."

The owl has nothing to do with her. Hold her and walk into the bathroom. Finally, put her on the glass platform in the bathroom, while coax her to sleep, while helping her blow her hair.

The owls at that time spoiled her as a child.

She thought, in the picture that was originally his face, trance into Nalan's face.

One day in the future, he will do with Nalan all the things he is doing with himself

Aware of this, her heart suddenly constricted and she gasped heavily with pain.

"Stop blowing." She dodged away from the wind under the hair dryer.

The owl's expression is deep congeals her to avoid own appearance, "come here!"

She shook her head

The body leans on the glass platform, hands force picks the table surface, just reluctantly supports oneself to stand firm. The pain in the chest can't be dissipated.

If there is no tenderness in the future, now, let her sink, let her sink deeper and deeper, this is a very cruel thing for her

"Come here. You're just sick. You can't catch a cold." The owl is always so bland and warm to talk to her, but the eyes are full of obstinacy.

White millet leaves want to escape

She was torn apart by the sweet memories of the past and the sad separation now.

She didn't care about the owl and turned around and walked out of the bathroom. However, the owl was one step faster than her and pulled her back with a long arm. Her whole body was pressed against the wall, and his tall body was approaching.

However, before he opened his mouth, a tear fell out of the white millet leaf's eyes, "owl, do you know that you are cruel to me like this?"

When you open your mouth, your voice is dumb.

He was stunned.

Her accusation made him not clear. However, love her, but become instinct

"In a short time, you will be someone else's husband. What qualifications do you have to control whether I have a cold or not? And what qualifications are there to treat me well? " She was in tears. "Owl, do you know, I'm Now I'd rather you humiliate me and abuse me like we just met... "

That way, at least, in the long years to come, she can still hate him and persuade herself to put him down

The owl's eyes scratched a heavy pain, he slowly put down the hair dryer, eyes staring at her, "do you want to forget me like this?"

“…… Yes She nodded her head. "I want to forget you, I have to forget you..."

Otherwise, she will die. No, life is better than death

The owl's breathing became worse. He didn't want her to forget himself, no matter in memory, good or bad, he was selfish, hoping that he had such a position in her heart, even if it was just a small corner.

But

In the end, these words, in her tears, were only collected in her stomach. He only Qin cool way, "in this case, his hair blow dry out."

The last sentence was hoarse and full of deep weariness.

The white millet leaves stood against the wall and did not move for a long time. Until his figure disappeared in the bathroom and the door was closed, she squatted down slowly along the cold wall.

Pale face, deep into the knee.

After all

The man who has been haunted by himself for ten years and has been troubled by food and sleep for ten years, still belongs to others

From then on, it was really the man she couldn't catch or touch

White millet leaves cover the chest, but, pain, or continuous flooding, surging out

……………………

The owl lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling all the time, his eyes glowing red. In my mind, for a long time, she said, "I want to forget you, I have to forget you..."

Take a deep breath. He closes his eyes.

In the bathroom, there was no sound of hair dryer.

She didn't come out for a long time.

Outside the day, gradually dark down.

He lay in bed for a long time and called for dinner from the restaurant. It was not until the meal arrived that he pushed the door back into the bathroom.This stupid woman is still squatting on the corner of the wall without moving.

My hair is shaggy.

She squatted for at least an hour or two!

His eyebrows jumped.

Want to say what, but, throat is like being blocked by cotton, a word can not spit out. Step in, bend over and gently lift her from the ground.

He thought she was asleep, but she opened her arms and hugged him at the moment he picked her up.

Body shape, a stiff.

This moment, has always been hard heart, unconsciously soft a lot. He looked down at her pale face in his arms. "I'll take you out to eat something."

“…… I have no appetite. " In the end, all her dying struggles and lingering gasps could not resist her desire to seize the last trace of warmth. Instead of pushing him away, he held him closer.

"Have some." He also has no appetite.

White millet leaf shakes his head and pleads: "owl, let me sleep for a while OK or not? I have a headache... "

The owl looked up at time. "You still have two hours to sleep."

"Well, then only sleep for two hours." Why is it two hours. In fact, she knows very well

The most familiar room is also the best viewing point for fireworks on the sea.

The owl laid her down on the bed. Her hands were still around his neck, her eyes closed gently. He only heard her whisper: "owl, you hold me to sleep, OK?"

There was a deep scratch across his eyes.

Staring at her, finally, nodding, "OK."

He held her in one hand and lifted the quilt in the other. Two people, fall into the soft big bed together. He grabbed the quilt and wrapped the two men tightly.

Two cold bodies, to this moment, desperate to warm each other.

The white millet leaves curled up on his chest and murmured: "I haven't had a good sleep for a long time..."

The owl patted her on the back for a long time, spitting out three words, "me too."

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