Traps Of Love

Mi Xiaoya yawns in his arms, but he doesn't dare to sleep any more. She pulls Leng Zetian and starts to ask questions about Xiaomeng Bao. She reads all the way.

Leng Zetian patiently listens to her various thoughts, and her eyes are overbearing. She only listens quietly and lets her talk casually.

The door was pushed open -

"aze, something seems to be wrong." Mi Xiaoya is alert to say that she instinctively feels the subtle changes in the room.

Leng Zetian turned to turn on the light.

The white light suddenly came on, and the room suddenly brightened up.

Mi Xiaoya's eyes are a little sore because of the light. At this time, she feels a hand on her forehead blocking her eyes thoughtfully, covering more than half of the light, giving her eyes excessive space to adapt to the light.

Leng Zetian first step to see clearly, face more black, the whole body's aura suddenly cold down, "Ye Jiaying, what are you doing here?"

In the sofa of the living room, Ye Jiaying curled up into a small ball, shaking in a strange posture.

She did not answer, but buried her head in the middle of her knees, her hair scattered around her body, like seaweed washed away by the sea.

Leng Zetian's deep eyes were sharp and penetrating.

He knows what happened!

"Go away! Out! Go Leng Zetian's word by word orders are coming with a kind of unyielding toughness.

Mi Xiaoya was startled by his low roar. She opened her eyes and looked at Ye Jiaying. She found that Ye Jiaying's face was pale and strange as a ghost.

Especially Ye Jiaying's arrogant eyes, at this time like a decadent ghost, full of twisted excitement, and full of painful struggle.

It's like - it's like - a freak.

"What happened to her?" Mi Xiaoya's heart is trembling. There are too many things happened tonight, and the panic feeling in her heart comes again.

Leng Zetian's face was cold. He was about to answer, but he heard Ye Jiaying sneer.

"Because of you, Gu Fengzhan gave me cold little white powder --" Ye Jiaying said with a gloomy smile. Her exquisite facial features are like decaying withered flowers, extremely dark. There was a hoarse despair in her voice. The cold laughter is even more numbing.

Give lengshao white powder!

Mi Xiaoya's body trembled as she was struck by lightning.

Leng Zetian didn't explain anything. He just held her tightly in his palm for fear that she would fall from his arms.

Ye Jiaying's sneer is more harsh and ferocious, like the cry of a ghost, which makes her hair stand up.

"Mi Xiaoya, you don't have to be so surprised. The secret of lengshao is much more than you think - "Ye Jiaying clenched her teeth and grinned grimly.

Mi Xiaoya tries to calm down and looks at Ye Jiaying. Her voice is always calm and strong, "I believe him."

“……！” Ye Jiaying's face suddenly turned ferocious again, "ha ha ha ha ha, poor woman, you really love to become a brainless fool -"

"go away!" Leng Zetian doesn't allow her to go crazy and orders again.

Li Yunze rushed outside the door. Seeing this, he immediately threw Ye Jiaying out.

Night, finally quiet.

Lengzetian embraces Mi Xiaoya, and they don't say a word more.

Only the temperature of each other, so that there is a tacit understanding between them.

Mi Xiaoya's thoughts spread in the night, listening to the man's steady breathing, thinking a lot.

She remembers a book called "may you be treated gently by the world".

Mi Xiaoya didn't really read the book, but when she glanced at it on the shelf, she was warmed by the title.

So the first thing I think of is that one year in junior high school, she was in a low period.

At that time, the house was leaking, and it rained at night. It seemed that all the troubles of adolescent girls were concentrated at that node.

My father's long-term indifference, my mother, who has been busy all day, and because of her excellent academic performance, even when she was at school, she was always a little bit sensitive by other students.

The most headache is that on that day, her menarche came unexpectedly when she sent the exercise book.

For the first time, my aunt was not only impressed by Mi Xiaoya, but also witnessed by the whole class.

Behind the white trousers is a big red glare, but she unconsciously handed out all the exercise books all the way, until Chu Zixuan, who had missed class, came back to find out about it -

Mi Xiaoya still blushed in embarrassment when she thought about it. She remembers that she had a painful heart to quit school at that time.

But how did Chu Zixuan persuade her to come at that time?

At that time, Chu Zixuan, who was not able to complete the five tones, sang her a song - "red star shining".

Then, while singing, she beat the boys in the class who ridiculed Mi Xiaoya, threw all their schoolbags out of the window and watched them rush out of the classroom crying to pick up their homework.Mi Xiaoya will always remember her crying and laughing, laughing and crying.

That kind of nose sour to want to shed tears, intestines laugh and draw soon knot feeling, she will never forget this life.

Although the careless Chu Zixuan didn't really say anything to comfort her, she gave her a shudder afterwards and called her a stupid girl. Why didn't she know how to fight back.

However, MI Xiaoya felt that Chu Zixuan's eyes were so gentle at that time, and even her tone of scolding was so gentle.

Therefore, she felt that her junior high school and the whole senior high school were treated tenderly by Chu Zixuan.

Later, she bought the book and gave it to Chu Zixuan as a Christmas gift, which was wrapped in her favorite magazine "rotten girl paradise".

Now Mi Xiaoya doesn't know if Chu Zixuan has seen it.

But those don't matter.

They don't need gifts to prove their feelings.

Mi Xiaoya's thoughts gradually come back, staring at Leng Zetian in front of him, soft hand movement gently into his palm, knuckles a little bit of cross, ten fingers linked.

This time, he is really too hard.

No, it should be said that the heavy burden on him never really came down.

"Aze, it's terrible to be afraid of people's words." She said slowly, another hand gently holding his side face, tracing his handsome outline.

Leng Zetian sleeps very well. His eyelashes are thick on his eyelids, and his nose is pretty. It makes his profile more elegant and mysterious.

However, his heart trembled slightly in the unknown corner.

He is not afraid of what people say.

What he was really afraid of was that people would hurt her.

"But those people and things have nothing to do with me." Mi Xiaoya's voice is as gentle and firm as ever, and her eyes are shining with unique light.

"I'll tell you a secret. I don't care about them." Her soft lips are close to his ears, and her sweet words are like the spring breeze in March, the blue waves in June, the red leaves in September and the snow in December.