One Child and Two Treasures: Young Master Gu's palm is full of tenderness

Chapter 351 Can You Punish Me In Another Way? 3
His body temperature always burns at night and goes down during the day, then gets hot again at night, and then goes down again during the day, as if deliberately trying to oppose him, so in the next few nights, the tall and slender man can only lie on the sofa until dawn alone.

23 He hesitated to speak several times in front of Qingqing, hoping that she would let the young master rest on the bed at night. He had a back injury, and the sofa was too narrow, and he would accidentally touch the wound when he slept in the middle of the night.

She said yes, she hugged the quilt to sleep on the sofa at night, and was always carried back to the bed in the end.

When 23 came in early the next morning to serve him, he saw that the young master was still curled up on the sofa. He had no choice but to pay for it and ask someone to buy a wider and bigger sofa to replace the original one.

One day, Gu Zhizun finally got better because of his back injury and no longer had a high fever, but in the middle of the night, he saw Qing Qing squatting in front of the sofa, with cold eyes like the cold light of a fruit knife.

He woke up startled, realized it was a dream in a trance, went to the bathroom, flushed his face and went back to the bedroom, pulled a chair and sat by the bed quietly watching the sleeping woman.

That dream is always in my mind.

Angina, will she really look at herself with that look one day?

That... is also forced by myself.

At this moment, she buried half of her face in the pillow, and she was sleeping with a little cuteness of a child on her face, but her brows were tightly furrowed.

Is she having nightmares too?
He wanted to stretch out his hand to smooth her frowning brows, but he couldn't. He walked around to the bed, climbed onto the bed, and pulled her into her arms. She didn't dare to move for a while, and was so excited that she couldn't close her eyes all night, thinking that a glacier was melting in her heart.

The next day, he found a childhood photo album with great interest. There were many photos in it, and many of them were photos of him and her together. He took her to look through them one by one in the sun, Recalling how much she relied on him when she was a child, even if she got angry sometimes, she would just hit him with her small fist, and in a blink of an eye, she followed his ass and called Brother Zun Zun.

He even filled the room with all kinds of small objects that could bring back the good memories of each other, hoping to let her recall the past memories, unfreeze her frozen heart and give him another chance.

How could she know that if she didn't pay attention, she threw the whole photo album into the brazier. When he arrived, the whole photo album had been burned down to only one shelf. Brazier, stamp out the fire on the photo album.

He was so angry that he couldn't speak, his scarlet eyes stared at her, he couldn't control his hand and slapped her on the face, roaring like an enraged beast: "If you have fire, come at me, you Come at me!"

"What are you burning photos for? Do you know that these photos are not backed up! Once you burn them, there will be no more!"

"There is no more, do you understand!? Are you so uncommon for the memories of the two of us when we were young?"

"Do you hate me that much!"

She covered her face with a smile, turned around and left, that look, the light of victory, burned his heart.

At this moment, he didn't understand how bright the light of victory was in her eyes. The scarlet eyes stared at the brazier that was kicked by the flying, and looked at the photo album where the sparks were not extinguished. He didn't know he had been fooled by her until he put it on the table.

She didn't burn a single photo, but only burned a photo album, but he slapped her in a fit of anger.

This is her purpose!
This is why she wins!
She swayed in front of him with her face red and swollen from the beating, and he regretted it again and again, wishing to chop off the hand that swung her face, and suffer the pain of torture.

(End of this chapter)