Chapter 15 Is it Responsible?
Song Yiming stood at the door, holding the doorknob in a dilemma, and smiled at us awkwardly.
I'm going to die, it's all because I'm too impulsive, now it's okay, Song Yiming saw my rude side, how can I see people!
I wanted to pull the quilt over my head and pretend that the rough woman wasn't me, but it was too late!
I cautiously tilted my head to look at Cong Chi Chang, who had a large tooth mark on his right cheek, and a red lump was an eyesore.
Instead of being angry, he smiled and touched the place where I was bitten, "What's the matter?"
"It's okay, the young man is in a hurry, you go on!" Song Yiming finished speaking and brought the door, and fell into dead silence again during the holiday!
I didn't dare to look back at Song Chichang, just after a battle, it became a flirtatious and scolding in Song Yiming's eyes, especially looking at Song Chichang's disheveled appearance, which was even more reverie.
My heart is beating so hard, what should I do, my head is about to burst, and I still haven't figured it out!
"Don't come here, good men don't fight women!" I saw that he was about to walk towards me, and put on a fist of self-defense.
He touched the tooth marks on his face, smiled very slyly and said, "I'm sorry, I've never been a good man!"
He said that a man jumped over and grabbed me, and I dodged in time, but he still grabbed my heel and fell heavily on the bed.
I kicked him desperately, rubbed the head of the bed forward, and swore to die!
Sure enough, it's a beast, it's obviously an office, why prepare a bed!
Seeing that I was resisting so badly, he lost patience and grabbed me by the legs and dragged me underneath, and I closed my eyes in despair.
I suddenly gave up struggling, closed my eyes and lay quietly on the bed, not angry, not angry, not impatient!
If the male protagonist persecutes the female protagonist to pretend to obey and win sympathy for self-preservation!
I thought everyone would be like the hero of the novel, but as a result, Song Chichang is a person who doesn't play cards according to common sense!
Seeing that I was obedient like a cat, he pinched my chin hard and forced me to open my eyes to look at him.
I quickly mobilized my emotions and pretended to look at him with teary eyes, and his gaze really paused!
"You bit me, are you responsible?" he saw my pitiful appearance, and his voice suddenly softened, and the gentle tail dragged on for a long time.
I shook my head and squeezed out two tears on my cheek, and he suddenly let go of his hand and rested it beside me.
He frowned, and there was a little displeasure between his eyebrows, "I hate women crying the most!"
As he spoke, his hand brutally wiped away the tears on my face, and he was so domineering that he wanted to dry the moisture in my eyes!
He shook his head and cursed in a low voice, causing me to wince in fright!
Later, I learned that he had lost antibodies to me at that time, and I became an insurmountable auditory obstacle for him!
"What are you thinking?" he suddenly looked at me, his gaze sharp as if it had a thorn.
"I didn't think about anything!" I muttered quietly. What I think and why tell him!
He let go of me suddenly, rolled over and got out of bed, took a cigarette from the drawer, lit it, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, and took two sharp puffs before slowly exhaling the white smoke.
I felt it, he was inexplicably a little manic, for what?
I'm used to arguing with me and arguing with me Song Chichang, so deep he obviously made me lose my mind!
"Let's go!" he didn't look back, holding a cigarette in one hand with his back to me. His hands were burning with smoke, and he was unconscious.
I swooped down, snatched the cigarette from his hand, and took two big puffs.
The pungent and pungent sensation ran through my throat, I choked on the smoke and coughed before I had time to breathe, and I bent over my neck and coughed so that tears fell into the woolly carpet.
Song Chichang reacted, pushed me and yelled, "You're crazy!"