The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

There is a kind of journey called Wanshuiqianshan, and there is a kind of affection called Haikushilan.

There is a kind of agreement called the end of time, and there is a kind of memory called unforgettable.

There is a kind of longing called looking forward to the autumn water, and there is a kind of love called unswerving until death.

There is a kind of happiness that lasts forever, and there is a kind of possession that calls for nothing.

There is a kind of distance called the ends of the earth, and there is a kind of yearning called staying together every day. [

He hoped that in the future, all kinds of wonderful words could be perfectly interpreted between him and An Ying.

After a long, long time, Tian Junhao reluctantly pulled his lips away, moved them to her ear and intentionally nibbled her earlobe lightly: "Are you tired? If we are tired, we will do nothing today, just sleep."

"Ah! Sleeping again?" An Ying responded tremblingly.

Tian Junhao couldn't help laughing at her nervous and trembling appearance.

He stood up slowly, put her on the bed with his arms in his arms, and said softly, "I won't touch you, just sleep with me for a while."

"But your forehead is still bleeding, so you really don't need to go to the hospital?" An Ying was always worried about his forehead, and, she really wanted to ask, is her heart still hurting? Heart disease is a serious disease. .

Her eye sockets were glowing red, looking at the bright red on his forehead, tears fell down again in an instant.

"Hey, don't cry, go and get a wet towel to wipe me off." Tian Junhao looked at her like this, and his heart softened again.

He was sitting on the bed, naked.

Hearing his order, An Ying quickly climbed out of bed, ran to the bathroom with her feet closed, wet the towel, and hurried back, carefully wiping the blood off his forehead.

The movements were very light, and I was extremely annoyed, why was she so reckless, she didn't show mercy at all.

Unexpectedly, tears fell down.

Tian Junhao lowered his eyes, his eyes had a little soft brilliance, raised his fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of An Ying's eyes, and put them in his mouth.

These tears are sweet, in my heart, so sweet, is she aching for herself?

"Don't cry, I don't feel any pain anymore." He gently comforted An Ying.

An Ying frowned and said, "How can it not hurt? Your head is made of iron, so it doesn't hurt?"

In a word, when it hit Tian Junhao's heart, ripples appeared again.