At the moment, it is empty, as if it has no soul.

His shirt was dirty, blood was stained on it, and it looked crumpled.

But this did not affect his delicacy in the slightest, he was very tall, more than one meter and eight years tall, and his body was extremely thin, almost to the point of skin and bones. He sat by the window, still holding his hands around his knees, only his head, slightly raised.

The room was too dim, Song Heng had an urge to turn on the light for the first time, the woman's temperament was very soft, she had the light on her back, standing at the door, her long curly hair draped over her shoulders, and the light behind her was covered with a halo.

I can't see her face clearly, I can only see her eyes, like a pool of clear water, which makes people look into it and feel comfortable in their hearts.

So, Song Heng did something he had never taken the initiative to do, and turned on the wall lamp by the window with one hand, and in an instant, the room lit up.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, not quite used to such a bright light, his eyes were a little stinging, he slowed down, and then slowly lowered his hand.

The woman is very good-looking, he thinks so, makes him feel comfortable. He liked her eyes the most, gentle, like she could accommodate everything.

He moved his body and wanted to ask: Who are you?

But when he opened his mouth, he was suddenly stunned, he couldn't speak, and his voice had already been ruined!

Why did the woman come to see him?! He doesn't need friends! He doesn't need these people to see his ugliness! He must be embarrassed now, right? He looked down at his shirt and let out a scream as he quickly turned off the wall lamp.

At the same time, he grabbed the water cup from the cabinet next to the bed and smashed it towards the door.

Su Kui took a step back, and the water cup smashed against the wall in front of her, falling to the floor with a clatter, and shattering. The unfinished water ticked down the walls, pooling into a strip, soaked in a plush carpet.

"Ahh

Pillows, remote controls, quilts, clothes, whatever he could catch, all smashed over.

He doesn't want anyone else to see him like this! No one will like him, those people, they are all here to see his jokes!

He doesn't want it!

Get out, get out, get all out!

"Ahh

The sound upstairs attracted the attention of the downstairs, Song Nan's face changed, she pushed aside the maid, and rushed up quickly.

Song Heng felt that he was probably crazy, on the one hand, he didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't control his emotions, he just wanted to vent and drive her away! I don't want her to see her like this!

Let's go, why don't you go!

In the mist of tears, his wrist was suddenly gently grasped by a soft little hand.

His body froze, the air seemed to freeze, he seemed to be like a robot, and it stopped in an instant.

The woman let go of his wrist, and in the next moment, her head fell into an embrace full of fragrant and elegant smell, very gentle and warm.

"Why be angry? Don't want to be friends with me? But, I really want to be friends with the young master—"

She gently stroked his messy hair with her fingers, his hair was a little long, and the broken hair in front of him hung down to his chin, looking like a man and a ghost. But she didn't care, she patted his thin and bulging back and sighed, "If the little young master agrees, just nod." ”

Song Heng was stunned, and his brain went blank.

This is the first person who, so closely, touches him, regardless of his struggles, is not afraid of his harm.

。 m.