Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

Mu Ziqin felt that she needed to calm down. Every time she met Wan Yi Shao, her proud self-control would collapse immediately. No matter how calm she was, she still could not calm down. This time, it was an example.

His body sank down slowly. Mu Ziqin buried his head in the water and held his breath. It seemed that he could forget everything temporarily, and the whole person became relaxed.

Don't know how long bubble, chest tightness feeling full of brain, but still don't want to, this is a typical escape behavior.

At this time, the bathroom door was suddenly knocked twice, "Ziqin? Hasn't it been washed yet? The water is getting cold. Come out when you're done Xia Anning's voice came. Mu Ziqin moved his finger slightly. Without waiting, the bathroom door was broken by Xia Anning's violence.

Seeing that mu Ziqin's whole head was buried in the water, he was immediately surprised, "Ziqin? Ziqin! "

A lunge forward, Xia Anning holding mu Ziqin's upper body, tough to take her out of the bathtub, covered with a bath towel, Xia Anning patted her face, hands on mu Ziqin's chest, constantly pressing, "Zi Qin? Are you ok? "

Xia Anning's voice is a little shaking. She can look at a person in front of her, but when she sees mu Ziqin's pale face, she sends out her heartfelt fear.

Mu Ziqin reached out and grasped Xia Anning's shaking hand. She said that she was holding it, but she couldn't make any effort at all. She gently put it on it.

"I'm fine." Mu Ziqin moved slightly, and the tiles below made her uncomfortable.

"What's the matter with you?" Xia Anning with a cry, pushed her, a drop of tears along the bridge of the nose dropped on the ground.

"I just want to try how long I can hold my breath. Don't think too much." Mu Ziqin grasped Xia Anning's hand. She knew that Xia Anning was afraid, and she was afraid of her suicide.

"If you want this kind of game casually in the future, I will kick you into the water and let you live and die. Do you understand?" Xia Anning directly picked up mu Ziqin, swallowed the sniffling voice, clenched her fist with one hand, and hammered her.

Mu Ziqin stretched out his hand and patted Xia Anning's back to calm her, "I know."

"The steam is gone, aren't you cold?" Mu Ziqin asked.

Xia Anning shakes her head. She is well dressed. How can she be cold.

But mu Ziqin is still half covered with water lying on the ground, "but I'm cold."

Xia Anning shrank his nose. "It's deserved."

Mu Ziqin

The gentle tone just now must be her illusion.

Mu Ziqin changed his pajamas and sat on the bed slowly wiping his hair. After a while, Xia Anning came in with a medical box.

Open the medical box and take out the alcohol, cotton swab and gauze.

"Feet." Xia Anning said without expression.

Mu Ziqin looked at her for a while, and determined that she was still angry because of what happened in the bathroom. Therefore, in line with the principle that knowing mistakes can improve things, mu Ziqin cleverly stretched out her foot.

They were all small wounds, but it was really terrible to put them under my feet. I used a cotton swab and alcohol to wipe them on the wounds under mu Ziqin's feet.

The sharp pain made mu Ziqin shrink his toes.