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"Ha ha..."

He seemed to be amused by her appearance and burst into laughter.

The laughter rolled in his throat, with unspeakable joy, "well, I'm not going to tease you."

He was really teasing her. It was too bad. She seemed to have been wronged. Her eyes were sour and her tears were swirling around her eyes.

"No, don't cry. It's all said. It's for fun."

She did not look at him, hazy vision always fell on the sofa in the living room, forced to hold back tears.

"Student sister, don't tell me that you can't play a joke like this?"

His voice, listening to some panic, seems to be very nervous about her mood.

Her lips were trembling slightly, and then she heard his voice turning, threatening fiercely, "if you dare to cry, I will kiss you!"

What what?

He's a rascal.

She turned her head in disbelief, forced to look at him, but he bent his eyes and laughed, "sure enough, it still makes this move work and work."

She stares at him, he smiles more and more happy, "don't stare at me, stare into goldfish's eye, not good-looking at all."

She still glared at him, her eyes wider.

You don't want to release her hand, he said

She directly hit the plastic bag in her hand on his body, and said angrily, "who wants to wipe the medicine for you? How do you like it?"

She always felt that her temper was very good, but after meeting him, she was very angry again and again in just two hours.

"Oh, it hurts, student sister. You hit my wound!"

He shouts pain with his arms in his arms, and cries out with pain in his brows.

She didn't think about it and hugged his arm. She checked it flusterly and asked, "is there any bleeding? Is it very painful?"

One side repeatedly apologized, "sorry, I didn't mean to, do you hurt?"

"I lied to you!"

The trace between his eyebrows spread out and blinked at her. He looked childish.

The movement in her hand suddenly froze

The fundus of his eyes slightly accumulated anger. He took back his hand, but he clasped his wrist one second in advance. "OK, don't be angry. Although you didn't hit me, my wound is really painful. It's estimated that the wound has just been bathed. Please come and give me some medicine."

Before she answered, he pulled her hand forward a force, "come on, don't play a child's temper."

She quickly picked up the plastic bag on the ground and he pulled it onto the sofa.

The wound on his arm was very deep. He was soaked in water when he took a bath. Now it is covered with white flesh and blood. It looks frightening.

The anger that had been teased suddenly dissipated, and heartache kept pouring out of her heart. This wound was for her. If he hadn't saved her, how could she have the life to sit here now?

Think of here, she show eyebrow tight frown, voice in addition to heartache or heartache, "you know you were injured, why not avoid the wound when bathing?"

"Not so much."

"What does it mean not to think so much? You are irresponsible to your own body." She unscrewed the lid of the iodophor, dipped it with a cotton swab and carefully wiped it on his wound. "Does it hurt?"

He took a breath. "A little bit."

Her strength can not help but lighter, "you this wound some deep, if tomorrow is still like this, had better go to the hospital to suture it."

"In fact, what is this injury? Look at my back."

He turned around and showed her his back. There were several deep scars on it. It was terrible to look at it now, not to mention the appearance of the injury at that time.

"How did you get hurt? Don't tell me. You're a gangster."

"What kind of gangster you can think of."

"What's your job, then, to be hurt like this?" And it looks like it's not only hurt once or twice, but the scars are new and old.

He said mysteriously, "this can't tell you, secret."

She seemed to be dissatisfied that he refused to tell her, and snorted deliberately, saying, "ugly."

He said, "you student sister, you know a fart ah, men have no scar, do not call men, clank iron bone how to write these four, you know?"

He continued in a disdainful tone, "now you little girls are really more and more blind. You like those white and tender little white faces. The male stars in the entertainment industry are more than one woman. Half of the flesh in the body is no different from that of spareribs. It is estimated that you will have to be blown away after a gust of wind. However, you are still fascinated by the fascination, and you are as rare as a baby Think

She looked up at the ceiling in silence, thinking, what he said is really nothing wrong, no matter in school or in the entertainment industry, the long white boys are always very popular and sought after.However, among those little girls in his mouth, it seems that she is not included.

Otherwise, she can't have been in love yet, and there are many people chasing her.

She still likes

Well, stop, stop!

"Don't you think what I said is very reasonable, and I've stopped talking?"

He spoke triumphantly.

She was bored for a few seconds, and then she said, "take it as if it is..."

After wiping iodophor, spray cloud blue white medicine, she bandaged his wound with gauze and tied a dead knot.

"It's ugly." He looked at the knot and frowned, "don't you girls like to tie a bow? Why don't you tie me a bow?"

"I'm the exception of those little girls you say, OK?" She put him to hate her before, to tie back, "besides, you are not the most disgusted with these Niang things, what are you going to do now?"

He was blocked dumb.

It's rare to see him eat shriveled. She packed up the medicine in a good mood. Her sight accidentally touched the red rope on his hand again. The feeling of deja vu surged up from the bottom of her heart in an instant.

"Where did the red rope come from? How can I feel familiar with it? It seems that I have seen it before?"

"Pull it down. Although the rope is not valuable, my mother made the four leaf grass Pendant by herself. There are only two in the world. Where have you seen it?"

"I don't know." She shook her head and continued, "anyway, I feel familiar with it. I can't tell you why."

Especially the four leaf grass pendant.

This feeling is really strange enough.

He raised his hand and looked at the red rope on his eyes. It was old, but it was still his most precious treasure. He could not even take off the red rope when he was sleeping and bathing.

"in fact, when I was a child, I thought it was like a girl's thing, and I never wanted to wear it. At that time, my mother forced me to wear it."

It's all from childhood. If he was forced to wear it, how could he wear it for so many years? I guess he would take it off if he tried his best. Then,

"why did he want to wear it again later?"