Venkeknutson's "FeelingOK" was playing over and over again in the car, and the soft music made me gradually fall silent. The cells in the body sway slowly to the melody of the music. Slightly closed eyes, in the new green grassland on the top of the majestic mountain, a lake in the distance blue waves shimmering, the blue sky is covered with a touch of light white veil. The breeze blows on your face, you breathe deeply, smell a faint fragrance, and can't help but smile. It also feels soft and moist on the lips.

The car was parked on the side of the road. I was startled back to reality by his kiss, and quickly turned my face to avoid him. The corners of the mouth that were attached to the face were slightly upturned, and the tip of the slightly cool nose gently exhaled the heat. The hand on the backrest penetrated my hair, caressing my medical acupoint, and occasionally touching the tender and sensitive earlobe.

I am more afraid of such a tender him than he is cold. couldn't help but show anger on his face, and reached out to push away the teasing hand.

He frowned slightly, put his lips to his ear and whispered, "It's good to get you back." ”

Then he started the car as if nothing had happened.

It's rare that I'm in a good mood for a while, and this is ruined by him again. Reaching out and turning off the music vigorously, he turned his face out of the car, pouting and unable to relax at all.

When the car stopped in the small courtyard, he hurriedly got out of the car by himself and shouted for Xiaomei to help. As soon as Xiaomei responded, I was picked up by him. Because of the kiss just now, the slightest trace of gratitude I felt for him was gone. The twisted face showed a look of displeasure.

Xiaomei followed behind and asked anxiously, "Sister Xia, what's wrong?" ”

"Retribution." Yang An coldly spat out two vicious words.

"It's just a stumbling foot, it's fine. Do not worry. I saw that Xiaomei was very anxious, and hurriedly comforted her.

Yang An put me at the table and asked me to eat dinner first. But I had no appetite, so I insisted on going upstairs to rest. He had to pick me up as I had to climb the stairs.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I was shocked into his arms.

The bedroom that was neat before going out is now a mess. Clothes of all colors were scattered on the ground; The translucent crystal cup lies in pieces in all corners; The water-colored imprints soaked the white humiliation one by one......

Yang An turned his face with shame and slowly lowered me at the door.

"You stand by the door for a moment." With that, he went into the room and quickly put on a new quilt. He came and carefully carried me to the bed, flattening my legs and feet.

He didn't call Xiaomei, and began to clean up himself. Very seriously, and extremely gently, hang the clothes one by one in the closet. Begin to pick up pieces of debris from the ground.

Looking at him crouching on the floor, his head down and carefully searching for debris. I really can't imagine what he was like just now.

"Hiss~"

Suddenly, he gasped deeply. When I looked at it, bright red blood flowed from the tip of his index finger. Reflected on the white hand, it looks particularly eye-catching.

I shouted, "Xiaomei! ”

Yang An immediately got up and locked the door of the bedroom, sat down next to me again, and stared at my eyes affectionately. His expression seemed to have pain that could not be hidden, and his eyes began to blur.

My heart was swept up by his tears, and I didn't dare to look at it. Look down at his bleeding fingertips. In the face of this, he couldn't help but feel timid, and said softly: "You~ have bleeding hands, you want to clean them." ”

He ignored me and stared at me like that.

At this time, Xiaomei asked eagerly outside the door, "Sister Xia, what's the matter?" ”

"It's okay, you can go down and eat. I don't eat it either. Even when he was talking to Xiaomei, he didn't turn his eyes.

Look at the fingers that are still bleeding all the time. I began to worry in my heart: I don't know if he will be bleeding like this......

Without thinking much about it, I felt the softness and affection of his warm lips as a tear fell to my chest. His brow was tightly locked, and tears were oozing from his closed eyelids.