He Zun wiped the heat that the little woman kept rolling down, one by one, drop by drop, and kept smashing down.

The red scarlet eyes were still gathering aggrieved and pitiful tear bubbles, her thick eyelashes were wet and couldn't do it, she let out a thin whimper, and her throat was intermittent, like a grunt.

The crying is not loud, and He Zun has been a little hazy and hoarse lately, but it is such a cry that is similar to forbearance and suppression, but it makes people feel the pain of a heart torn apart, and she is about to cry.

He Zun's thick ink evil flying eyebrows wrinkled worriedly, and the shadow outline that covered it was dyed with distress and helplessness.

"Am I hurting? Well? The man's voice, which has always been cold and sharp, is hoarse and soft at the moment, extremely magnetic, full of a natural domineering.

He Zun thought that this little guy was extremely afraid of pain, especially remembering that once five years ago, her hand broke a shallow small opening, and she saw a little red, and the injury belonged to the kind of person who didn't go to the hospital quickly and would heal.

But Li Kitten held his fingers, and immediately cried, rolling on the bed in pain, and when he saw him, he immediately got into his arms, rubbed his hairy head against his neck, buried it in his chest, and cried and said that it was good to kiss and hug and hold him high.

His eyes were hazy with tears, his eyes were red, and he looked at him pitifully, very delicate.

I don't know how, he's domineering outside, unscrupulous, and is respectfully called "Li Ye, Li Dad, Li Shen," heads-up, group fighting, wheel warfare, proficient in everything, how much injured he is, even if he moves a knife, he doesn't snort, he is arrogant, and he even smiles and says the word very cool.

When he was in front of him, he was squeamish like this, he was simply the embodiment of a little petite bag, and he was the only one who could stand Li Xiaohua's cat.

Thinking like this, He Zun was angry that Li Kitten was injured, but he also knew very clearly in his heart that he must be very different and unique to Li Kitten, otherwise she would not have two faces, which would be fundamentally different from him and others.

There was a look of indulgence in his deep eyes, and He Zun hugged the person a little tighter, and his thin lips were tense, revealing a paranoid atmosphere.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms, the bean-sized pearl kept crying, and the possessiveness bound by the burning sky was surging. 14

So, she belongs only to him.

"Don't cry, I'll kiss you if you cry again......"

Hearing this, Li Yan's ears trembled twice as cutely as if they had been touched by cat ears, but she still lowered her head, her moist eyelashes covered her eyeballs, and she cried with a grievance and grievance.

From the perspective that the man couldn't see, Li Yan's eyes flickered brightly.

The abacus crackled.

！！！

And such good things??!

Cry, must cry, cry to death!

Today's tears are not dried by kisses, they are dried by crying!!

So Li Yan's tears fell more cheerfully, and that posture was like vowing not to give up if he was not drowned in tears.

But when she raised her eyes, her eyes were red, her nose was cherry-colored, her mouth was very tight, and she looked aggrieved and dying, and she couldn't tell that it was intentional at all.

Her eyes even showed a hint of accusation, as if she was saying that the man was bullying her.

Originally, He Zun really wanted to coax her wholeheartedly, but it can be seen that she made such an expression, and an irrepressible impulse immediately rose in her heart.