Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2117 Willingly (23)

When the limbs are shrunk together, the whole is a small and soft one.

With pursed red and dry lips, he sobbed and hiccupped.

Just don't speak.

Still losing my temper and having a petty temper.

It was uncomfortable to maintain such a posture, so Yun Si simply carried him out of the bed.

Carry it outside the bed and put it on your lap.

With the light coming in from outside the door, she took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears.

He lowered his head, his cheeks became a little pale.

After crying for a long time, those beautiful eyes were swollen into red and soft walnuts.

Due to excessive water loss and not drinking water, my rosy lips were dry and peeling.

It looks fragile and haggard, pitiful and distressing.

He was held in her arms, and without speaking, he kept sniffling and crying.

Wipe it lightly and it will fall off again.

As if they don't want money, they drop big and big.

With puckered and soft lips, it looked like she was being bullied.

"..." Yun Si frowned, gently rubbing the bloody scabs at the end of his eyes.

"Someone bullied you?"

The young master, who was wronged by himself, took her hand away without saying a word.

With wet eyelashes hanging down, he didn't look at her, sucked his nose and choked up.

While crying, while fierce.

"What's none of your business? Leave it alone!"

She made a move.

"Eat your meal, eat wherever you like!"

He cried and pushed her.

It seems that he doesn't want her to hug him.

"Who let you in! Get out, get out for me!"

He kept pushing her, trying to push her away.

But maybe it was because I didn't eat lunch and cried for a long time, consuming too much energy.

There was no strength in pushing her at all, as if drizzle was sprinkled on her body.

Push her once, then again.

Yun Si looked at him, frowning slightly.

He pushed her and she grabbed his hand.

Press and hold his waist.

I wanted to say something sternly, but when I saw his red and pitiful rabbit-like eyes——

She paused, her tone softened.

"My dear..."

She hugged him tightly, into her arms.

Like coaxing a child, coax patiently.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm here, okay?"

She hugged him tightly, bowed her head, and kissed his forehead.

"Don't be afraid, eh?"

She was always gentle, towards him.

He leaned in her arms, not speaking, sobbing.

The hand that was pressed tightened slightly.

As if venting, he grabbed her skirt.

"I...I don't want you here..."

He buried her shoulders, and all the warm tears fell on her clothes.

His voice was muffled and hoarse, with a crying tone, as if he was still angry.

Angrily said those words that would push people thousands of miles away, enduring the sour and wronged emotions in my heart.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to be angry, and gently touched his head with calloused hands.

Kiss him, kiss his forehead, kiss his nose.

"Good, don't cry."

She wiped the tears on his face with a little distress, and kissed him tenderly.

He grabbed her skirt and sucked his red nose.

quiet down.

He glanced at her and pursed his lips, but didn't look at her.

Still making a fuss.

Bad and squeamish little temper.

Totally spoiled.

And his wife seems to be willing to spoil him.

Hold him and kiss him from time to time.

Gently wipe away the wet tears.

He coaxed softly one after another, with extreme patience.

His tears finally stopped.

While hiccupping, turning her face away, she just didn't look at her.

(End of this chapter)