"Zihan, let's go over there, I'll go see which kind of flower is easier to fold" An'er said as she trotted to the other side. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zong Han didn't answer, just silently followed behind her, reminding her to "slow down"

"This is good" An'er began to pick those small flowers that she couldn't name, just because they were good to fold some off.

"This one is also beautiful" Ann grabbed a larger one, which seemed to have a thick stalk, so she used some force to pull it, and if she used too much force, she fell down behind the net, but behind her was a field of roses, and the branches were full of thorns!

"Ahh

"Be careful!" Zong Han's skills were as fast as his movements, reaching out to hold her, and making his own meat pads to protect her from being stabbed by roses.

Hiss~ The thorns on the branches pressed down behind his back all pierced his clothes and pierced into his flesh.

"You... Are you okay? An'er threw away the flower in her hand, looked at Zong Han, and tears fell instantly, I don't know why, seeing that he was injured, her heart hurt so much.

"It's okay, don't move, it's all thorns" Zong Han said with a smile, this little pain is nothing, being able to hug her like this for a long time, no matter how painful it is, it is worth it.

"But, but on your back" An'er obediently lay on him and didn't move, but she was worried about the injury on his back.

"It's okay, don't worry," Zong Han smiled and stroked her slightly curly short hair.

An Er tilted his head slightly, and he could see the scratches on his hands, which were stained with blood.

His laughter, his words, and his movements, made An'er's mind begin to flash some fragmentary images again, and she tried to put those pieces together, but the more she controlled her consciousness like this, the more her head hurt.

"What's wrong?" Zong Han noticed that something was wrong, and looked at An'er's expression as if it was painful.

"An'er, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?" Zong Han didn't care about the thorns under him, so he directly propped himself up with his hands, picked up An'er and walked to the lawn next to him.

"Tiny?? ~......" Before An'er fainted, she said the name that Zong Han missed tightly in her heart.

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, do you remember something?" Zong Han was a little excited.

Take the fainted An'er to the nearest hotel, put her on the bed, and clean it up herself, there are still thorns on her hands, maybe some thorns on her back are still on her body.

An'er woke up to the sound of rushing water, where is this? Isn't she in the flower field with Zihan? Yes! Zihan! He's hurt!

"Zihan!" An'er didn't think of anything, and went directly to the bathroom where the sound of water sounded, and her intuition told her that there was someone she was looking for.

"Ahh An'er saw Zong Han taking a bath in the bathroom, covering her eyes and screaming, but her feet couldn't move half a step, and she was a little at a loss.

"An'er?" Zong Han hurriedly took off the bathrobe on the shelf next to him and put it on, and walked out.

"Are you awake?" Zong Han took away the hands that she was blocking her face.

"I... I just woke up, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" An'er immediately apologized.

"Hehe......" Zong Han laughed, this shy appearance was really exactly the same as before.

"What are you laughing at?" An'er was strange.

"Nothing, you... You okay? Did you just remember something from the past? ”

"I thought of some, but now I wake up and there is no reflection," An'er replied.

"Oh, it's okay, it's going to ring, let's go, how long do you want to stay in the bathroom?" Zong Han said with a smile.

"Huh? Oh, good," An'er trotted out in an awkward manner.

"Is this your home?" Xiao Xiao looked at this strange room.

"No, you fainted, so I went to the nearest hotel, and then, I went to clean up the thorns on my body," Zong Han said with a smile.

"Ah, by the way, are you okay with your injuries?" An'er took his hand and examined it.

"There are injuries on his hands, they must be very painful" An'er looked at the injuries on his hands, frowning.

Zong Han looked at her, smiled and said nothing, Xiaoxiao was like this before, where he was uncomfortable, he was always so worried.

"There are other places, I'll see" An'er rolled up his sleeves, and there were also on his arms, but wasn't it even more on his back?

Ann walked over to him and reached out to take off his bathrobe, of course, her attention was clearly only on the wound on his back, and her tears fell to the ground as she looked at the tiny scars.

"Doesn't it hurt? It's all my fault," An'er stroked his red-scarred back.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little cold" The curvature of the corners of Zong Han's mouth has not receded.

"Huh? Right... I'm sorry," An'er hurriedly pulled up the bathrobe he had taken off to his elbow from behind.

Oh my God, what did she do? When I glanced at it just now, I could see half of his buttocks, An'er's face, and now it was almost red and dripping blood, she was alone with another man, and the other party was not dressed yet, not even **, herself... I even went to take off his clothes!