"In a word, it's poverty." Han Han chuckled.
Luo Shihan didn't want to quarrel with him. He cut the apple for him, cut the apple into a petal, and then scalded the back end with boiling water to Han hanjue.
Looking at the steaming apple, Lord Zhan's eyes were filled with an invisible surprise.
Zheng Ling also has the habit of scalding fruits?
Luo Shihan put the fruit dish on the drawer beside him, turned and walked away, standing far away from him.
She always remembers to keep a certain distance from him in order not to let him dislike her.
Zhan hanjue looks at Luo Shihan, who is clever and makes people feel distressed.
She remembered the words he had hurt her so clearly and kept them so well.
If it had been, he would have been pleased with her. But today, I don't know why, seeing her so estranged from himself, his heart filled with a sour and astringent feeling.
Hanjue fell on the pillow, and he was in a contradictory struggle with himself.
He told himself that she was not Zheng Ling, and he should not have subtle emotional dependence on her, which was a very absurd emotional transfer.
But Zheng Ling's stubbornness, Zheng Ling's talent, Zheng Ling's worries all over his eyes, and Zheng Ling's desperate and unwilling tears... Every picture overlaps perfectly with Luo Shihan's smile and frown.
"Hello Suddenly, the warlord ordered.
Luo Shihan is dull.
Did she hear right?
Doesn't this guy hate her getting close to him?
Is this guy starving?
Luo Shihan slowly moved over, picked up the apple, fork up a warm apple and handed it to his mouth.
"Are you hungry?" Luo Shihan asked. "Do you want me to get you a meal?"
He didn't speak, just opened a pair of Jinghua eyes and gazed at her.
Her facial features are exquisite, her eyes are as bright as obsidian, and the verve in her eyebrows and eyes is gentle, but it contains confidence and pride. She was wearing black high waisted trousers, a bow tie and a red lace shirt. Her make-up, make her look very bright, such as Poppy, toxic, let people can't stop. But with the purity of lily.
Her temperament is so pure and complicated.
Luo Shihan, seven years ago, was obviously blankly eyed and listless. He was also wearing gaudy clothes...
he couldn't connect Luo Shihan with that humble peasant girl seven years ago.
He is more willing to believe that the person who is around him at the moment is Zhengling.
They are the same bright, the same brilliant, a body of pride is so similar.
"Well." He nodded suddenly. The anger in the eyebrows and eyes is invisible, replaced by a touch of gentleness.
Luo Shihan looked at the volatile Zhan hanjue, and thought it was the disease that confiscated his temper. Looking at him sympathetically, he said, "wait, I'll get you a meal."
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