Chapter 2117 Willingly (23)
When the limbs are shrunk together, the whole is a small and soft one.
With red and dry lips, sobbing and hiccupping.
Just don't speak.
Still losing my temper, making petty temper tantrums.
Maintaining such a posture was a bit uncomfortable, so Yun Si simply hugged him out of the bed.
Hold it outside the bed and put it on your lap.
By the light coming in from outside the door, she took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears.
He lowered his head, his cheeks became a little pale.
Crying for a long time, those beautiful eyes were swollen into red soft walnuts.
Because I lost too much water and didn't drink water, my rosy lips were dry and peeling.
Looks fragile and haggard, pitiful and distressing.
He was hugged in her arms, and without speaking, he kept sniffing and crying.
Wipe it lightly and it will fall off again.
As if they don’t want money, they drop big ones.
His soft lips were pursed, as if he had been bullied.
"..." Yun Si frowned, gently rubbing the **** scabs at the end of his eyes.
"Someone bullied you?"
The young master, who was wronged by himself, took her hand away without saying a word.
With wet eyelashes drooping, not looking at her, sniffing and choking.
While crying, while fierce.
"What's none of your business? Leave it alone!"
She paused.
"Go eat your meal, eat wherever you like!"
He cried and pushed her.
It seems that he doesn't want her to hug him.
"Who let you in! Get out, get out for me!"
He kept pushing her, trying to push her away.
But maybe because I didn’t eat lunch, I cried for a long time and consumed too much energy.
Pushing her has no strength at all, like drizzle on her body.
Push her once, then again.
Yun Si looked at him, frowning slightly.
He pushes her and she grabs his hand.
I wanted to say something sternly, but when I saw his red and pitiful rabbit-like eyes—
She paused, her tone softened.
"Xiaoqing, good boy..."
She hugged him tightly and took him into her arms.
Coax patiently like coaxing a child.
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm here, okay?"
She hugged him tightly, bowed her head, and kissed his forehead.
"Don't be afraid, huh?"
She was always gentle, towards him.
He leaned in her arms, sobbing without speaking.
The pressed hand tightened slightly.
As if venting, he grabbed her skirt.
"I...I don't want you here..."
He buried her shoulder, warm tears all fell on her clothes.
The voice was muffled and hoarse, stained with crying, as if still angry.
Angrily said those words that would push people thousands of miles away, enduring the sour and wronged emotions in my heart.
Fortunately, she didn't seem to be angry, and gently touched his head with calloused hands.
Kiss him, kiss his forehead, kiss his nose.
"Good boy, stop crying."
She wiped the tears on his face with a bit of distress, and kissed him tenderly.
He grabbed her skirt and sucked his red nose.
quieted down.
Glanced at her, pursed her lips, but didn't look at her.
Still having a temper tantrum.
Bad and squeamish little temper.
Totally spoiled.
And his wife-lord seems to be willing to spoil him.
Embracing him, kissing him from time to time.
Gently wipe away the wet tears.
One gentle coaxing after another, extremely patient.
His tears finally stopped.
While hiccupping, she turned her face away, but didn't look at her.
(end of this chapter)