At this moment, it is empty, as if there is no soul.
His shirt was dirty, with blood on it, looking crumpled.
But this did not affect his delicacy at all. He was very tall, with a head of more than one meter and eight years. He was extremely thin and almost skinny. He sat by the window, still holding his hands around his knees, only his head, raised it slightly.
The room was too dark. Song Heng had the impulse to turn on the light for the first time. The woman's temperament was very soft. She stood at the door with the light on her back. Her long curly hair was draped on her shoulder. She was swept up by the light behind her.
I can't see her face clearly, I can only see her eyes, like a clear pool, which makes people look in and feel comfortable.
So Song Heng did something he never took the initiative to do. He pressed the wall lamp beside the window, and the room was bright.
He raised his hand and covered his eyes. He didn't adapt to such a bright light. His eyes hurt a little. He slowed down and put his hands down slowly.
The woman is very good-looking, he thinks so, make him feel very comfortable. He likes her eyes most. They are gentle and tolerant.
He moved his body and wanted to ask: who are you?
But when he opened his mouth, he suddenly froze. He couldn't speak. His voice had already been destroyed!
Why do women come to see him?! He doesn't need friends! There's no need for these people to see his ugliness! He must be in a mess now, right? He looked down at his shirt, a scream broke out in his mouth, and quickly turned off the wall lamp.
At the same time, grab the water cup on the cupboard beside the bed and smash it at the door.
Su Kui stepped back, and the water cup hit the wall in front of her, crashing to the floor, smashing to pieces. The unfinished water dribbled down the wall, converged into one, and was soaked by the plush carpet.
"Ah, ah!"
Pillow, remote control, quilt, clothes, as long as he can catch, all smashed in the past.
He doesn't want to be seen! No one will like him. Those people come to see his jokes!
He doesn't want it!
Get out, get out, get out!
"Ah!"
The sound of the upstairs attracted the attention of the downstairs. Song Nan's face changed. He pushed away the servant and rushed up.
Song Heng thought he was probably crazy. On the one hand, he didn't want to hurt her. However, he couldn't control his emotions. He just wanted to vent and drive her away! Don't want her to see her!
Go, why don't you go!
Tears dim, his wrist was suddenly a soft little hand gently hold.
As soon as his body was stiff, the air seemed to freeze, and he was like a robot, which stopped in an instant.
The woman let go of his wrist. In the next moment, her head fell into the arms full of fragrance and elegant smell. It was very gentle and warm.
"Why get angry? Don't want to be friends with me? However, I really want to be a friend with the young master -- "
she gently stroked his disordered hair with her fingers. His hair was a little longer, and the front hair was all down to the chin, which looked like nobody but ghost. But she didn't care. She patted his thin and protruding back and sighed, "if you agree, I will nod my head."
Song Heng is stunned and his brain is blank.
This is the first, so close, contact his people, regardless of his struggle, not afraid of his injury.