Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1760 Rose Manor (49)

winter day.

Jinnan Island.

The winter's cold style is bleak and deserted, bringing the freezing three-foot temperature of the sea, roaring in.

Like that invisible sharp knife, one by one, the cheeks were cut so painfully that they cracked.

In the cold winter, the roses in the manor have withered.

The bright colors in the spring were also dispersed by this wind.

There are dead leaves all over the ground, and the dry and drooping flower stalks.

Only a few dull green leaves remained on the branches that were close to the ground.

Like the old woman who is getting old, although she has been carefully cared for, it still doesn't help.

Can only struggle to maintain the remaining life, waiting for the spring of the coming year.

Resuscitate.

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Inside the villa.

Another dream.

Qiao Fuxing calmly looked at the emptiness of the room and remained motionless.

I don't know when it started to rain outside, and the rain hit the glass window, splashed into water droplets, and gathered along the glass.

There was cold rain all over the ground, and the scent of roses that was stained and wet.

It has been diluted a lot by the rain, and it is mixed with the earthy fragrance, but it can still be smelled.

He sat on the bed, without the warm breath beside him.

The room was empty, silent and desolate.

His eyes were calm and drooping.

It didn't move, like a lifeless sculpture.

The hand hanging under the quilt was slowly clenched.

Clenched into a fist, extraordinarily vigorous.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain outside became heavier and heavier.

The decayed flower was also bent down in such a howling rain.

Shaky, very pitiful.

Qiao Fuxing lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips seemed to twitch.

Somewhat ironic.

Knowing that this was a dream, without her in the dream, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The moment he landed, he was startled suddenly.

It seems to have noticed the abnormality of the legs.

his legs...

It seems to be fine.

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"Crack-"

The room door opened.

Someone walked in.

"you're awake?"

The familiar delicate voice is her.

Qiao Fuxing raised his eyes almost immediately.

The clenched fist suddenly loosened.

All I saw was the slender and tall man with long hair, tied up simply with a headband.

With her back facing him, she was wearing a thin warm white turtleneck sweater and snowflake skirt, her back was extraordinarily gentle and beautiful.

Slim and charming.

It was raining loudly outside, but inside the house was exceptionally quiet.

She opened the closet and put the returned clothes back in.

While moving, he said: "Wake up and wash up quickly, it's getting late, I'm going to heat up breakfast, you can eat some—"

Before she finished speaking, she was suddenly hugged.

The man who was barefoot and didn't even wear shoes ran up and hugged him.

Almost pressed her against the cabinet.

"……ah--"

She was caught off guard by his actions.

The center of gravity was unstable and almost hit the cabinet door.

"What... what's wrong?"

She turned her face slightly, and the broken hair around her cheeks was white and delicate.

As beautiful as a porcelain doll in a painting.

The movement of the man holding her was extremely strong, as strong as a wild beast.

The whole head was buried between her neck, deeply inhaling the smell of her body, and his fingers were shaking.

I don't know what to be afraid of.

"Si Si...my Si Si..."

While speaking, there was even a loss of control and excitement that was lost and regained.

"..." The person caught off guard relaxed slightly, feeling a little helpless.

(End of this chapter)