Chapter 232

In the cold water, there are hot tears mixed.

In fact, no matter how to comfort herself, she still has grievances in her heart.

The mine Xiao Yuanhang planted exploded, and she was the only one injured at last.

Early on, she would not complain about God, because God does not exist. She never hears her prayers, and complaining is not about his pain.

After taking a bath, Qiantao comes out of the bathroom. After a few steps, she almost falls down. She is held by Ji Xuan and asks her anxiously, "are you really OK?"

"Nothing."

But what Ji Xuan heard was her strong calm. She felt it when she was holding her just now. She was shaking.

Although she didn't know whether her shaking was mixed with some fear, she felt that at least what the young master had just done to her, even if she was not afraid, she was a little over demanded.

Ji Xuan has already taken the medicine box to the room to do some simple treatment for some injuries she can see.

There was a visible bloodstain on her cheek, which was not deeply scratched by glass debris. She put a band aid on her face.

And her hands, tied too tightly by her tie, made a deep red mark, and she applied some ointment to her.

Under the repeated demands of Qiantao, Ji Xuancai finally changed her name to peach.

"I can't go back to sleep with the young master tonight," Ji Xuan finished the final treatment. "I'd better not go."

It's ok if I can't see it. If I see it and get angry again, what can I do if I toss her again?

Thousand peaches, like this, can no longer

"I'll just sleep on the sofa outside."

Anyway, now that Ji Xuan knows their relationship, she doesn't need to hide anything.

Ji Xuan looked at her single bed and said, "I have the key to miss Nianxin's room. Go to that room and have a night's sleep. She's very nice. She won't mind."

"No, it's just one night. Your young master's sofa is also famous. It's very soft."

Ji Xuan saw that she was talking and laughing, but she couldn't answer for a moment.

How should she feel now? If you think about it again, you must have some pain in your heart. You can still laugh.

Qiantao insists on sleeping alone on the sofa outside, and Ji Xuan has to follow her. The air conditioning temperature in the living room is a little low, so he brings her an extra quilt for fear that she will be cold.

She avoided the sofa with their trace of warmth. It was quite a long time ago, and the air was filled with the fragrance of lavender, but there was still the illusion that his breath still remained.

That night, Qiantao curled up on the double seat sofa. Thanks to her small size, she could barely sleep.

But in the middle of the night, what she was most afraid of happened.

Tonight is another night of thunder and lightning.

She shrank into the heavy quilt and covered her head to her feet tightly. She couldn't sleep for a long time. She was shivering.

She turned on the small table lamp beside the tea table and didn't sleep any more. She shrank on the edge of the sofa like a rice dumpling wrapped in a quilt.

Because they were too afraid, they didn't dare to cry out, which frightened them and made their eyes moist.

Occasionally, she would look at Li Hengzhi's direction and feel that dignity is not important. If he opened the door to find her, she would jump over without saying a word.

The moments he had done before were nothing compared to the fear of lightning and thunder.

She waited and waited, but the door never opened.

This time she was helpless, but he no longer came to her like a God.

Her heart suddenly fell to the ground, as if something was missing.