But when I walked to the kitchen door, I saw that the black pot was poured on the ground, and the half-cooked noodles were sprinkled all over the floor. The hot steam started to emerge from the entire floor. Her face was full of shock. Could it be that it really exploded?

When I went in, I saw Huo Siran's tall and straight figure facing her back, and took a deep breath, looking for something in the cabinet. Shuchen Fengshu

She was dull and her voice was slightly hoarse: "What are you looking for?"

Hosran froze, his cold eyebrows frowned a little and he didn't intend to pay attention to her. He bent down and continued to look for her. His left arm was bent, and half of the sleeves he raised were scalded soaked with fog. His middle finger was probably cut by the edge of the pot, with terrifying blood flowing, and the edge of the pot was dyed black. Her face suddenly turned pale, and she walked around the mess, hesitated and gently grabbed his arm, looked at the wound, frowned slightly and questioned: "You can't... cook?"

How could it be that the kitchen is done by a person who knows how to cook?

Hosran stopped coldly, pulled the cabinet door, and said coldly: "I said I would do it?"

She was stunned!——Then he took things into consideration and asked her what she wanted to eat?!

This, this man is simply...

"Where did I put the bandage..." He whispered coldly, his eyes still swept under the cabinet, and he said "Damn it" to continue looking for it.

She was sweating, "You... put first aid kit or something, probably won't put it in the kitchen, right?"

If it were an ordinary person, who would have this habit?

When Huo Siran heard this, his face froze. The restlessness hidden under his cold face was a little unconcealed. This damn woman was not cute when she was awake. He coldly pulled her hand back and walked out. She was startled and subconsciously followed, but was stopped by the soup spreading all over the ground. Huo Siran frowned and looked back. She was wearing herringbone sandals he had bought before. Because she was not sure about the size, she bought a size larger. She looked at her cold eyes, and he simply leaned over and hugged him with one arm, letting her come over in her shoes.

Surprise and embarrassment spread out as the skin was connected and breathed. She was not wearing a bra, and when she was close to him, she looked even thinner.

"You first use cold water to rinse the dirt, wipe the blood off the cotton wool, and then wrap it with a bandage..." She was used to telling people like this, and the instinct of the medical staff made her eyes look rigorous and concerned, and she wanted to come for him.

Hosran walked out of the kitchen a few steps and looked at her coldly, and simply threw the first aid kit that was prepared in advance but had never been used in front of her-

"You come."

She is now depressed.

He was sore and tired by sweat. He felt uncomfortable before taking a shower. He had no hair, and his hair was unkempt and frightened. He thought that he was forced at the beginning, but this time his physical instinct surpassed his awakening and consciousness and left him like this. He couldn't help but feel desolate and despised. But he didn't know that this scene was completely aggrieved in Huo Siran's eyes, and he looked like he was squeezed out after love, and he was so cute.

The instinctive thoughts of a medical worker were in her heart. She suppressed the pale face of her little face, and a trace of calmness flashed through her watery eyes. She simply sat down and opened the first aid box and bandaged him.

There were all essential tools for bandages, scissors, alcohol, iodine, hemostatic forceps and even risk removal of stitches. She was stunned for a moment and turned to concentration.

When the bandage was done, she bit the white tape, tore it open and pasted it.

Hosran frowned coldly: "It seems unhygienic."

Her eyes suddenly widened! A strange expression flashed across her little face, and her slender eyebrows frowned slightly: "I just think scissors are too troublesome, let alone sticking them outside the gauze, so they won't be infected."

When I looked at him again, I felt a rush of undercurrents in his deep eyes, and the feeling was full of emotions. The wrapped big palm took off her little hand and stroked her face, and said softly: "It's okay. If you want to get infected, it's also something that infects you. What am I afraid of?"

She is now frozen.

Even if she doesn't understand, she knows that this is the fuck between men and women.

The little face was about to leave, but Hosran's eyes tightened, subconsciously felt that she was awake again and was about to retract her shell. She simply lowered her eyebrows and seemed to let go, but when she got up, she suddenly tightened her wrist and pulled it. The slender figure fell into his arms unsteadily. Hosran spread her legs and let her kneel gently on her body. She was indeed panicked, and her little face suddenly turned red and wanted to get up. He used force but tightened her tightly, asking her to breathe straight in front of her. She was so tired that she was sore all over, and now she had no strength.

"You let me go...I'll clean the kitchen, you've messed up..."

He lowered his eyes coldly, clasped her big palm and said, "Now don't pretend anymore? Or can't you pretend anymore? Is it interesting to remind you how reluctant you are? How good you feel!"

The delicate body struggling in his arms really froze, his slender eyelashes trembled, and the mist was surging below.

Huo Siran felt ache in his heart, closed his eyes and kissed her lips gently and sighed: "Stop torture me... and stop torture yourself again, is that true?"

This low, dull and painful voice made her heart twitch slightly. For several days, the faint sourness rose up, becoming stronger and stronger. Her slender eyebrows were frowning like a ball of hemp rope. She took a deep breath, and when she spoke, she felt that her breath was burning with tears: "What do you want me to do?...What do you think I should do?"

"It seems that we are so good now... we get along well and share the same bed... but can you forget how you forced these?" Her slender brows frowned, and sour tears accumulated and spread. She murmured in a hoarse voice, "Do you remember I refused, I don't want to..."

The heart was stinging, and Hosran felt his chest trembling violently. He kissed her suddenly and blocked her voice and tears. He clearly tasted the bitter taste of salty and heartbreaking. Just as the scene of the day flashed in his mind, he had red eyes, as if someone had stabbed her hard into his heart with a knife.

Kissing her lips, rubbing her soft neck with her big palms as if she wanted to rub her into her body to hurt. She suddenly said in a low voice: "What if I apologize?"

The voice was unprecedentedly dumb.

He closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembled violently with his strong body.

Lin Yitong, in extreme pain, raised her slim eyelashes, her heart trembled heavily, and her mind buzzed. In all her sensory impressions, Huo Siran, who was as proud as a god, had never bowed so much, begged for his momentary impulse and mistakes?

He pressed against her bright red lips, opened his deep eyes with red eyes, and said in a low voice: "Tongtong, I apologize. I shouldn't be so rude to you, and I shouldn't have hurt you until now."

So if so.

Are you so likely, even if there is even a slight possibility, forgive me?

She was stunned, and the sourness surged up suddenly, and her trembling voice choked: "Is it useful to apologize? Can you erase everything after you apologize..."

Her voice was so excited that she completely hoarse.

He sneered, with a bloodthirsty warmth in his smile, the severe pain in his eyes was as sharp as a knife, and he said softly: "No."

The palm rubbed her neck, and he bowed his head and approached her breathing: "But I'm glad I can't... because at least now I can meet you, hold you and talk, and look at your name in the 'partner' column and write it not far away... instead of being separated forever, not seeing you in this life. What miss is the most beautiful situation, who believes such a nonsense! I want you... I want your present, instead of continuing to leave a blank suicide note to whom I don't know who to write to, I will either love or die."

"Tongtong, do you hate me? Then why don't you think about it? If I'm not determined, if I hesitate, where are you now? Where am I? Is my life so long in the future related to you? Even if you bandage me an injured finger is a fantasy!"

Her thin lips gently covered her lips soaked in tears, and she dizzled. When he said this, his heart was trembling, and he was so angry that he said: "I'm sorry I hurt you... Can I compensate me? What do you want? Hum? I'll give you whatever you want..."

The knife that pierced into the heart was so fierce that it was so fierce that it blocked the throat with blood, directly blocking all words.

Her bright red lips opened slightly, and tears fell down her trembling jaw, but she couldn't say a word.

If you don't love, why plunder it?

If you are cruel, why bother yourself to feel heart-wrenching?
Chapter completed!