The night was hazy, and a light came on.

The man in a white shirt, tall and thin, his face was expressionless.

His forehead hair slightly obscured his eyes, which were deeper than the night, and the man who was oppressed by the breath called danger gasped.

He stood in the middle of the attic, unconsciously turning around several times, his gaze wandering between the bookshelves.

Raise your hand, it is a pair of hands like a work of art, with clear bones.

He picked up a book, just opened it, turned a page,

The little girl's smile suddenly appeared in front of me.

It was in his dream.

His dreams had been haunted for so many days.

In that hazy dream, he also rolled all the way.

But in the dream, he was helped by others.

The woman is gentle.

So he saw the identity of his little wife at first glance.

So when he heard that Da Shuai was marrying her, he agreed without thinking about it.

But on the day of the wedding, he couldn't change into a wedding dress and give the little girl the dignity she deserved.

She must have been mad at him then.

So up to now, there has never been a little girl in his life.

He shouldn't have cared that much.

He doesn't care about the affairs of outsiders.

He never cared about what others were, whether they were happy or angry, sad or happy.

He grew up like this.

Young and down-and-out, he can go out of everything for food, grow savagely, and feel his heart and heart.

To this day, he doesn't have to look at people's faces.

But now, he can't cry, he can't laugh, and he only talks about psychological disorders and emotional apathy when he searches for famous doctors.

Since it can't be cured, then do good.

Not doing evil is his last bottom line.

So, he learned the boundaries between etiquette, division, and people, and over the years, the etiquette and division were strict and self-controlled, and beyond that, he Shen Jijin would not do a little more.

He's used to it, and he doesn't care about others.

But unconsciously, there seems to be such an exception in his life-

Obviously it was just in a dream, but when I think about it, every change in the little girl's expression, every frown, nose, and lips are vividly engraved in my mind.

He could even recall all her relevant words, every word and every tone.

It's still in my ears.

She had a rose wrapped around her hand, and she smiled, "For you, my dear husband." ”

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The little girl smiled delicately, "My husband is not yet on the bed, but you want me to dress you wide?" ”

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She poked her head out, pulled the door with her hand, covered her face and asked, "Can I ask for a kiss?" ”

Obviously, she wanted to kiss, but she was shy first.

Can be later.

She chuckled softly.

The corners of the lips are raised, and the tails of the eyes are raised,

"I thought the young marshal really liked me."

In the dream, he panicked.

He could only say palely, "Yes." ”

He couldn't say much, he was worried that it would bring disaster to her.

He didn't even get a chance to explain.

Because in this so-called Young Marshal's Mansion, there are other people's eyeliner everywhere.

If you say more, it will make her a real target.

The little girl didn't believe him.

She said: "Young marshal, I am also a person, is my life so cheap in your eyes?" ”

She seemed to choke.

"I'm going to die, too."

His heart was dripping with pain, and he only had a pale sentence, "You won't die." ”

You're not going to die.

I'm not going to let anyone hurt you.

Even if I am covered in bruises, I will not let others hurt you in the slightest.

But

It seemed that he didn't have time to tell her.

I just don't know if the little girl is still angry with him?