Rebirth: The Adopted Daughter

Under the silvery moonlight, two figures, one white and one red, stood face to face. Lin Zhiman was wearing a red dress and floating in the air. The scarlet ghost claws were particularly ferocious. Her eyes were smiling and flattering. Han Sicheng's back was cold. The original white shirt was full of blood and turned into a scarlet shirt. Only the place where the clothes were placed could vaguely see a trace of white. When ye Qingxia saw this scene, she only felt that Han Sicheng must have been badly hurt and shed so much blood. No, Hansheng will be fine! He'll be fine! She won't let him have anything! She felt her breath stagnant and hurried towards them. Her black slope heel leather shoes, stepping on the red brick paved road, made a crisp tap sound. Han Sicheng heard her voice and looked back. In his noble and cold eyes, he smiled warmly at her. He looked a little tired. Ye Qingxia tightened her eyes and her heart. She was so nervous that she looked at Lin Zhiman and was about to take his life with blood claws. He was distracted and turned back! Fortunately, she rushed forward with a vigorous step and kicked Lin Zhiman in the air. Lin Zhiman was like a broken sack, falling on the ground, and there was no sound at all. Lin Zhiman turned her eyes and only showed her white eyes. She looked very angry, but the strange smile was still frozen in the corners of her mouth. Ye Qingxia looked at the strange death of Lin Zhiman. She was stunned and felt strange. When was she so powerful that she could kick Lin Zhiman to death with one foot? Or maybe Lin Zhiman pretended to die, but she didn't care to tangle with Lin Zhiman“ Do you mind? " After ye Qingxia fell to the ground, he hurriedly turned around, grabbed Han Sicheng's arms tightly with both hands, looked at him covered with blood, and couldn't help shaking. God, he shed so much blood! Han Sicheng lowered his eyes, gently wrung his eyebrows, covered his heart with his hands, took a cool breath, and his thin lips slowly said, "chest tightness, shortness of breath, I feel breathless." With that, he slowly leaned against a nearby tree and slowly sat on the ground. Ye Qingxia looked at him, closed his eyes, leaned against the tree, his thin lips slightly opened, looked like he couldn't work, and his tears flowed down. She quickly squatted down and stepped forward to give him a standard artificial respiration. However, in view of so much blood in his chest and not knowing that he had broken several ribs, she didn't dare to press him with her hands, so she gave up the idea of putting him flat on the ground. Just come forward and cross the gas mouth to mouth. Han Sicheng didn't hurt at all. He just teased her when he saw her nervous. The most important thing is that he hasn't kissed her for a long time. He wants to kiss her, but he doesn't want to say. He likes her to kiss him on his own initiative. When he smacked a faint salty smell in his mouth, he realized that she was worried and crying... So he whispered, "I'm fine. The blood on my body is not mine." As soon as Han Sicheng finished speaking, ye Qingxia suddenly pushed him away. Her sparkling eyes were full of moisture, and tears hung on her thick eyelashes. She looked at Han Sicheng for a moment. She was so happy to see that he was all right, but he lied to him and hurt her to death, this big villain. Ye Qingxia pursed her lips and stared at Han Sicheng angrily and happily. Han Sicheng smiled at her, just like the melting of the glacier in the mountain. He smiled with some apology. He grabbed Ye Qingxia in his arms and kissed him deeply. Ye Qingxia felt that the air in front of her was pumped out in an instant, and a familiar breath of mint swept her in an instant. Han Sicheng's tongue had not been astringent at the time of her first kiss. It pried open her tooth shell, explored all the way, came with fragrant honey, invited her little tongue to dance together, danced in the dark and forgot the time. This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.