Chapter 133: It's Okay, Don't Cry

The darkness of the night around them suddenly dissipated, and everything returned to its normal state.

Gray turned around and looked at the girl behind him. She had been clutching her clothes tightly with both hands the whole time, and it was clear that she was shivering the whole time.

"Are there any injuries?" Gray asked softly.

She didn't ask for extra words like "are you okay", because she didn't look like "okay" at all.

This girl has always been quite tenacious, like a wild and lush grass, the sun does not wither her, the wind and frost cannot defeat her, in the face of difficult things, always stubbornly hold her head high, and fight hard. But at this moment, she looked so weak, so flustered, so overwhelmed.

How could such a thing happen? Such aggression and distress are a huge blow to this clear and flawless girl, and it is no wonder that she is at a loss.

The girl's pitiful appearance somehow made her heart burn like a prairie fire, and it also made Gray's heart breed a huge anger. This frenzied anger was an emotion he rarely experienced, and it was first aroused when he entered the storage room and saw the boy pressing Shaida against the wall in an attempt to force her. When kissing

At that time, there was a buzz in my head, and the whole person was confused.

This kind of anger is both for the boy and for himself. I didn't expect that seeing her fear and pain, I would have a feeling of being cut by a knife. I don't want to be like this, I don't want to see her with such an expression, especially when I'm there, I even let her show such an expression, and for the first time I feel that I am so incompetent.

The girl's eyes were filled with tears, and her whole body was trembling slightly, and she seemed to be desperately enduring it. She took a deep breath, tried to restrain herself, and asked in a trembling voice, "He...... There won't be any danger......

Gray was stunned for a moment, obviously he was hurt, and he was obviously afraid of being like this, but he still worried about others first?

I'm afraid that in her heart, she already has a correct judgment on the essence of that person, right?

Her instincts have always been sharper than others, which has made her often sympathetic to others, allowing her to perceive the pain and misfortune hidden in others, and making it difficult for her to feel bad feelings towards anyone.

Gray had never seen anyone like this, and she looked very endearing.

"He's fine, just fainted, and he'll be fine when he wakes up, even...... Maybe you won't remember what just happened. ”

Gray stretched out his finger and gently wiped the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes, and his voice unconsciously became unusually soft: "It's okay, it's all right, don't be afraid." ”

Unexpectedly, this gentle action of wiping tears seemed to accidentally touch the switch of the girl's tear ducts, and her tears poured out like a flood that opened the floodgates along with his words.

His voice was so gentle, it was like heaven. Xia Yida's body suddenly relaxed in such a gentle voice, and a warm sense of security suddenly enveloped her body, forcibly brushing her consciousness into a blank.

She didn't even realize what she was going to do next, she didn't know that she was crying out, and she stretched out her arms and hugged Vantacia's waist tightly.

Gray was startled, his heart felt like it had been hit by something huge, and he almost coughed up with a "bang". He looked down at the weeping girl in his arms in amazement, his arms frozen, and he didn't know where to put it. After a long pause, he slowly, slowly relaxed his arms and gently embraced her from behind.

Shaida cried breathlessly, her body trembling violently, venting all the fear and anxiety she had just accumulated. Gray's heart suddenly softened, and he didn't bother her, just gently stroked her slender back with one hand. The messy long hair was scattered on the back, trembling with the body, and it was also soft, like a graceful aquatic weed.

"It's okay, don't cry." Gray lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

At this moment, I always blame myself for why my language is so poor and I can't say more comforting words. In the past, I was always tired of Roman Christopher's talkative and noisy words, but if it were him, he must know how to comfort the crying girl in his arms now, right?

This was the first time I felt a little envious of him.

The girl completely lost her consciousness and hugged him tightly, and I don't know how she had so much strength to hold his waist so painfully. When I settled down, I suddenly realized that her slender limbs were completely attached to her body, along with the soft curves that she had never felt before.

This surprise was not trivial, and the contact point of the body suddenly became hot. This strange touch made Gray's muscles seem petrified, and he was somewhat uncontrolled by his consciousness.

Gray carefully adjusted his breathing, and it took a long time for him to regain the lost territory, and he could do it with his hand to gently and comfortably caress her back.

At this time, the one who is crying with devotion and completely lacking consciousness of this subtle embarrassment is obviously happier than the other.

Shaida cried for an unknown amount of time, and gradually became a little exhausted, her breathing slowed down, and her consciousness began to slowly return to her body. At this time, my mind is full of strange things, such as - I'm not a crying person, what's wrong!

Shaida is indeed not a crying girl, she has not loved to cry since she was a child. At that time, it was common to fall and fall, and hard work was not a problem at all. I remember one time, Konstantin was stunned when he looked at Shaida, who had fallen and had a bloody leg, but the latter had casually chewed the leaves of the herb and put it on it, and then did what he should do.

Later, Konstantin said to her, "Ida, I have never seen a girl like you. ”

The little girls that Konstantin came into contact with were all the kind of little beauties who wore princess dresses, had a soft voice, and were delicate, and they would cry earth-shattering when they touched it, even if they were boys with a good personality like him, they felt that getting along with them was an abnormal headache.

So, being strong and not crying is originally a virtue that I am proud of, but what's wrong with it today? What a shame!

At the same time as I realized that I was out of shape, I suddenly felt the warmth that had been wrapping me.

It was another person's body temperature, with a faint scent of grass, like a dream home, and like the safest place in the world.

Because this breath is so reassuring, all the strength and stubbornness are unloaded at once, all the fear and anxiety in the body, and all the negative emotions are unconsciously vented in one go.

But......

Through the misty teary eyes, she finally found herself being held in her arms by another person, to be exact, she herself hugged the other person tightly. The other party was wearing a rather formal suit, with an open button, and the white shirt inside soaked her tears, as if she had just been drenched in heavy rain.