Originally......

A qiē is a joke.

God played a joke on him, it was a joke from the beginning, he was immersed in pain and couldn't extricate himself, but he didn't know that even the pain was lying to him.

A choked voice came from his ear, "Xiao Er......"

Who's calling him?

Who else can call him...... Who else is he?

No one will care about him, Luo Xiao has told himself more than once, he gave up his parents for love, Tong Ran can't wait for him to die, and it is impossible to care about him, Luo Xiao thought, he is only one person, he can always persevere.

has always insisted on loving her and loving her in his way, Luo Xiao doesn't want to know whether this is right or wrong, he only knows that he is still loving, Mo Nanjue can love, he can also love.

Who says that people who have nothing can't love?

But......

His vision was blurred by the warm liquid, and Luo Xiao fell down, his trembling hands holding his head, "Ahhh

Hoarseness is useless, and no matter how much you shout, it's a joke.

He leaned against the wall, kneeling without strength, Luo Xiao closed his eyes, tears slid across his face wantonly, he raised his palm to wipe it, but the tears slipped into his mouth first, and he was sick again and again.

Su Lan squatted on the side, it was useless to comfort him, Luo Xiao always curled up, from the initial smile to the current quiet, he never moved.

Tong Minghai looked at Luo Xiao, he gathered the pity in his eyes, and after thinking about it a little, he also guessed what might have happened.

Tong Ran didn't look at it, her heart was uncomfortable, and she choked in her throat, "You carry me upstairs...... I can't walk anymore. ”

Mo Nanjue didn't speak, didn't look at Luo Xiao, bent down to pick her up and walked upstairs.

Tong Ran didn't want to sleep, but she inexplicably wanted to escape from that atmosphere, she didn't want to see Luo Xiao like that, and she didn't want to hear his shouting.

Mo Nanjue carried her into the room, he kicked the door, Tong Ran thought he was going to carry himself to the bed, so he kicked his legs and wanted to get down, but the next moment his body was pressed against the wall.

Tong Ran's eyes widened, the man's hands were propped on the side of her head, Mo Nanjue lowered his head, the tip of his nose touched her, and she heard him ask, "Why?"

Tong Ran didn't understand, "What?"

"Why did you choose to believe me," Monan Jue pinched her chin, "I thought you were going to hit me again." ”

Tong Ran's eyes were quenched, and the corners of her mouth were hooked, "I...... Hmm!"

Mo Nanjue didn't give her a chance to finish, he grabbed her lips suddenly, the tip of his tongue was wanton and domineering, he held her face with both hands, and even his breath became hot between his lips and teeth, Tong Ran's eyes widened, almost suffocating, "It hurts......"

Mo Nanjue didn't let go, it was just a trust, but the excitement it brought to him was huge, even more effective than stimulants, every cell in his body seemed to be shouting, and he trembled violently with boiling.

It turns out that the feeling of being trusted is so useful, more comfortable than any sweet words.

Mo Nanjue didn't have any hope, it was her parents, and they were more important to her than Luo Xiao, if she misunderstood him and even beat him downstairs, he thought, he should be used to it.

But she didn't.

Tong Ran was confused by the kiss, her shoulders were dyed crimson, she reached out and pushed on his shoulder, "I...... Can't call...... Suck ......"

Monan Jue bit her lip hard, and then pulled away.