At this time, a voice that was so light that it could hardly be heard sounded slowly in my ears.

Then, the frightened little love was violently pulled by someone's arm. While the whole person was lifted up, a slap slammed on her. With a dull hum, Xiao AI suddenly fell to the ground. Her long black hair slipped an arc in the air, and then covered her face.

"Little love..."

Qianxia exclaimed, and suddenly turned his head. His eyes unexpectedly ran into a pair of strange eyes like stagnant water.

The heart, because of this fear, is deeply suffocated.

The man in black leather clothes and long black hair in front of him was the cold that appeared in the hospital that day. Against the sun, he more and more shone his almost transparent face. His bloodless skin made him look like a zombie, not a living person.

"How can I hurt you? Nightmare will be distressed!"

Cold slightly bent over, gently narrowed a pair of strange and gloomy eyes, and slowly turned away from qianxia.

Qianxia was stiff all over, because she looked at him for a long time and couldn't get away from this fear. When she saw him turn around, she subconsciously ran after her eyes. However, she tightened her eyes fiercely.

"No..."

At the same time, Han stood in front of Xiao AI, coldly raised his feet and stepped on her back mercilessly.

Qianxia opened her eyes in surprise, but it was already a step late. When she looked at the foot falling on Xiaoai, she seemed to feel the trembling pain, deep, as if the pain was on her.

"Xiao AI... Why are you crazy? Don't hit her..."

Qianxia wanted to get close, but she couldn't stand up. When she tried hard, the pain in her arm became more severe.

At the same time, Han didn't pay attention to her words at all. He paused slightly and locked the little love lying on the ground with Yin Han's eyes. He just smiled and said, "look up."

His words have never been an irresistible fate.

Little love tightly held her fists and held her arms stiff and trembling. The moment she turned her face, a small face appeared under her black hair, pale and afraid. She sat up hard, raised her hand and wiped the tight lips. There was a trace of blood at the corners of her lips. He looked up and looked at his cold eyes. Suddenly, his blood coagulated.

This is a desolate fear from the bottom of my heart.

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

Little love opened her mouth full of blood, and her voice was a hoarse tremor under the suppression of tremor.

However, Han suddenly smiled and smiled very gently, "huh? Did you do anything wrong? " Stretch out a big hand, gently caress her face, fingertips across her long hair, calm for a while, and then suddenly pull it down.

Little love's little face twisted in pain, but she didn't make a painful cry.

One side, qianxia looked at Xiaoai, who was abused by Han, unbelievably, but the same painful body didn't know where the strength came from. She suddenly clenched her teeth, suddenly rushed forward, stretched out her hand and grabbed Han's arm.

"Are you crazy? Xiao AI is your sister. How can you do this to her? "

Qianxia's breath was unstable and she tightened up. She couldn't tell whether it was pain or anger. At this moment, she suddenly understood that only 17-year-old Xiaoai has been living in what kind of environment.

Fingers tightened, she tried to break the cold hand from love's hair.

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