49 You will always let go of this hatred
The setting in the room was the same as the one she lived in, so even though it was a little dark, Xia Muyao still walked to the side of the bed accurately, and on the bed, Zhao Yuanting made an even breathing sound, obviously sleeping soundly.
They were so close that she could kill Zhao Yuanting by raising her dagger and stabbing him in the heart.
Xia Muyao has grown so big that she hasn't even killed a fish, let alone a human? She stood there, feeling like she was about to run out of breath.
"Can't you do it?" Zhao Yuanting's voice suddenly sounded.
Xia Muyao was frightened, and the dagger in her hand fell to the ground. She watched Zhao Yuanting sit up from the bed, her first reaction was to run away, but her legs kept calling, as if they were nailed to the spot.
Zhao Yuanting got off the bed and hugged Xia Muyao, her little body was cold and trembling slightly.
"What are you going to do sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?" Zhao Yuanting warmed Xia Muyao's little hand in the palm of his hand, "It's summer, why are your hands so cold?" ”
"Don't you often sneak into my room late at night, too?" Xia Muyao came to her senses and replied coldly.
"You really knew all along," Zhao Yuanting smiled, "but I went to your room just to see you, so why did you come to my room?" ”
"Just curious, see if I can open your door." Xia Muyao looked directly at Zhao Yuanting, her eyes flickering in the faint light.
Zhao Yuanting was amused, "You learn these things very quickly." After a pause, he said: "Heshuo, don't have the idea of killing me, since I dare to give you the weapon, I am not afraid that you will come to kill me, you can't kill me." ”
Xia Muyao didn't speak, and silence was golden at the moment.
"Don't speak?" Zhao Yuanting raised Xia Muyao's chin, "You always have hatred for me, Heshuo, can't I melt you?" ”
This man has never said anything, but he can see everything clearly. Xia Muyao felt very frustrated.
Zhao Yuanting couldn't help but sigh when he saw that Xia Muyao had been silent, he was also cheap, knowing that Xia Muyao had been perfunctory to him all along, but he couldn't help but treat her badly.
"Pegatron, when will you grow up, when you grow up, you will understand more truths, love and hate in the world are not so simple." Zhao Yuanting sighed.
"I also want to grow up right away." Xia Muyao said a word. When he grows up, he doesn't need to rely on Zhao Yuanting, knowing that he is an enemy, he still has to face him as if nothing happened.
"When you grow up, you have to stay by my side and be my woman, Heshuo, you'd better not make some useless little calculations in your heart." Zhao Yuanting saw through Xia Muyao's thoughts and added.
"Do you sleep soundly with someone who has a grudge against you by your side?" Xia Muyao looked up at him with a small face.
"You'll let go of this hatred." Zhao Yuanting lowered his head and approached Xia Muyao's ear.
No, never. Xia Muyao shouted in her heart. But the man did not move. She felt like she was splitting into two people, one wielding a knife and the other silent as a sea.
Embracing each other in silence, Xia Muyao broke out of Zhao Yuanting's arms, bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, and when she got up, the villain in her head with teeth and claws prevailed, she hated everything now, it was better to have a happy life.
Thinking about it, Xia Muyao's small hand holding the dagger had already pierced Zhao Yuanting deeply, Zhao Yuanting turned sideways slightly, and then pinched Xia Muyao's wrist, a sharp pain hit, and the dagger fell to the ground.