Chapter 783

"Why not?"

"A light" tut "sound," just said me, you also have no exercise. "

"Well, I won't talk to you. Goodbye to class tomorrow! " White millet leaves only feel their heart has been far away from the classroom, followed by the people just left, has already flown to the door.

"Miss White, the spring light on your face will be rippling out. I will remember to converge a little before I am concerned about it." "

you can do it!"

White millet leaves no longer take care of her, carrying the painting board rushed out.

Originally thought that he was in front of him again, must be a full-length, bright appearance, so these days often appear in the gallery. And every appearance is well-dressed. But who wants to get the Nightowl is not playing according to the usual principle. Actually came directly to the studio.

And, how bad is her image now!

All over the water color make dirty even if, hair is to take a hairpin and don't in the back of the brain, a day of class down, I am afraid also disordered.

She really wanted to find a place to clean herself up, but it was obviously too late. The car of the nightlord has come in, and the passenger's door is opened by him.

She took the picture board off and put it on the back seat before she sat in the copilot.

Take the door, the car, the narrow space, there are only two people. The nightlord turned around and buckled her seat belt. Her face was close and close, and the breath of two people was entangled, and her eyelashes almost all had to brush his nose. The breath of both people was tight, and he didn't retreat, but he looked down at her deeply.

Eyes, hot, as if she was going to see through.

Such a look made it difficult for her to parry. The heart beat quickly and disorderly, and the breath was also disordered.

She wanted to say something, but before she opened her mouth, the owl's hand suddenly hit her chest.

"Owl, Hello, what are you doing?"

She was wearing a pair of jeans with a back and a shirt in it. At this moment, he took the strap directly from her shoulder and took off the buttons of her shirt.

"Stop making a noise. This is school. In a moment, all the students come out." She held his hand.

"Take your hands away."

"No. There are you, all my mind is just thinking about something messy! " The white millet leaves are angry. She felt that the Nightowl had not come according to her own script. Why did she take off clothes when he came up after leaving or leaving? At least, should we talk to each other well, right?

The nightlord looked at her. "Who is thinking about the mess?"

"You! You're peeling me now, don't you want to be in a mess

"Well, I just thought. What can you do with me?"

“……” White millet leaves are really speechless.

What the Nightowl wants to do is always at his own will. Her refusal was totally invalid. His hand was pushed away by him. He took two buttons off and she upset her and was impatient. He pulled it directly.

White millet leaves really want to bite him.

But when he thought he wanted to do something, he stopped. Eyes, long stop on her chest.

She has always been beautiful, white and delicate. But Today, what is not good is that there are two obvious scars on the chest. Gunshot injury. Even after a month and a half, however, the scar is still very obvious, no fading, still startling.

The picture of that day was still clear and reverberated in his mind like a movie.

He was in a deep mourning, and his stomach fell slowly on her wound, and stroked with pity.

Action, dare not too big, as if afraid of oneself as long as a little bit heavier, will hurt her.

He really thought she had abandoned herself and went, such tombstones, funeral It is all the pain he would not go to investigate deeply, and even less willing to face.

Now

She lived again.

So live in front of yourself.

Not as smart as before, but young vitality, like a student.

It's all right.

Whatever.

As long as she is alive, as long as she is still, that will be fine That's all right

“…… Is it still painful? " The owl was mute at the beginning of his speech.

God knows, how he came here in this time. Every day every moment every second, for him, is a desperate suffering. I don't want to think back to the tragedy of that day, but when we get to night, those things turn around and over in my mind, like tens of thousands of knives and beat him hard.

The greatest pain in the world is to be alone in a long life

"Well, pain..." The tip of the white millet leaf is also slightly acid. "It was a pain, it hurt for a month," he said

At that time, the ribs were shattered, and the lungs were seriously injured and bleeding. She had almost one and a half feet in the gate. After the treatment in country T, she immediately returned to s country, and used the elite medical team of the whole s country to pull her back from the ghost gate, but even so, she was asleep for many days.Thinking of the pain she suffered, the nightlord was hard to deal with, and could not restrain it. He held her in his arms. Hold so tightly that it seems to be trying to buckle her whole body.

“…… I thought you really went

The voice of the Nightowl was a little shaky. Thin lips, too. He kissed her hair top and murmured, "God knows, how I hope you're alive..."

White millet leaves tears fell down, she buried her face deep on his shoulder, let tears wet his shirt. She choked so hard that she could not respond to him, but she could only hold him tightly with open arms to respond to him.

……………………

Two people, a lot of words to say, and a lot of words to ask.

For example, since she is still alive, why is it a funeral and a tombstone? When did you come to the city of Judah, why hasn't you come to him until now? Didn't you contact him? But because Angry with him?

Yes, she should be angry. If he was willing to give her a little trust, there was no trap to test her, all of which would not happen.

All kinds of problems, all kinds of emotions, are hovering in the mind of the nightlord. But at this moment, but what is not to ask, just want to hold her, a moment will not be willing to release.

"Owl, you let me go first." The first to return to God is the white millet leaves. She patted his arm. "My classmates are all looking out, so go quickly."

I don't know when, there are really three or two people outside the car.

Especially that light, outside staring like a light bulb.

White millet leaves have no words. She will definitely be told the exercises tomorrow.

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