All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

When he said that, I really felt a little creepy, because in such an environment, a person would appear even more terrifying!

Qiyin walked up to Xiao Jingchen in fear, "Forget it, it's better to go back. 【】" She can't just stay and feed the wild beasts for a while, she doesn't want to give up her life just to eat something like vinegar.

Sad spring and autumn, you can't make yourself more and more depressed, solve the problem if you have a problem, if it is a cancer that can't be left behind, a long-term illness is worse than a short-term pain, it's better to go out and clean it up.

"I figured it out." Xiao Jingchen stretched out his hands and placed them on the sides again, his brows were lightly drawn together, looking serious.

For her understanding, he didn't know where it existed, but no matter what the decision was, it was all around Yan Weile. He understood that only when he cared, would he have strong emotions because of the other party. He didn't, and now he has it because of her. This feeling, I'm afraid it won't be easily removed overnight.

"Eh? What's wrong with your hands?" Youhua Yueguang coated Xiao Jingchen's body with a layer of halo, and his hands, which were as white as suet, seemed to be torn in several places.

If you look at it in the daytime, it must be particularly shocking. Those small scars are caused by pushing the rollers.

Qiyin grabbed his right hand and took a closer look, her heart trembled unknowingly, bleeding from the skin, "Don't you feel pain?" Strange, Lufu is always inseparable on weekdays Accompanied by Xiao Jingchen's side, what happened today, why did he appear here alone?She would not narcissistically think that he was because of her.

Maybe Xiao Jingchen also has some unknown troubles, so he came out alone to get some air.

"It doesn't hurt." Compared with the pain in my heart, this kind of pain is nothing, but it's just a superficial pain.

With scorching eyes, Xiao Jingchen stared at her, reluctant to move away, absorbing the warmth from her palm, even wanting to tighten his palm, just wanting to capture her in his hand forever and ever.

"Do you have a brocade handkerchief?" Why did you ask this? It was because her piece had already been wiped wet by her, so it was not easy to use it to bandage his wound.

Xiao Jingchen took out a clean dark pattern brocade handkerchief from his wide sleeve.

Taking it from his hand, Qiyin grabbed his palm and spread it out, carefully bandaging it up for him. Thinking about how long ago, Xiao Jingchen's clean and slender palm was also holding a similar brocade handkerchief to her. His hands were surprisingly good-looking, as white as jade, which looked unusually transparent under the light.

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