The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 290 Oh? Do you hate women so much?

In the opposite moment of the four eyes, the season warmed at him, and then pointed the water in the bowl.

All the perceptions of Mo Jingshen seem to recover slowly at this moment. He smells a long-lost aroma, from the warmth of the season, similar to the cold fragrance after bathing in the morning, fresh and sweet, with the rising dawn of Haicheng The calming taste of the place, with some of the unique fragrance of the Rhododendron.

Several people outside the house were staring at the expressions of both of them. The seasons did not speak, but they only gestured to him to drink quickly.

Ink did not move, and did not take the bowl of water, only a cold look, it makes people shudder.

Even if the season warms that he can't show her any kind of attitude or friendly attitude at this time, the warmth of the season is still frozen by his eyes.

She had just forced the water into his mouth, but the man slowly closed his eyes and refused her watering in a way that kept his eyes open, and refused to collide with her eyes again.

The season was warm and anxious. He couldn't sit on his lap and the other hand took a few shots on his shoulder.

She can't do anything in fashion, she has to pretend to be a dumb, can't talk now, really want to die!

The man did not move his brow, so he sat quietly, without saying a word, his eyes were not embarrassed, and it seems that the same attitude as the people here is still so many people who refused to be thousands of miles away.

The warm season is now burned on the hand. I don’t want to lick him. I can only shoot his shoulders in vain, until the man frowns because she keeps harassing his movements, and then opens his eyes. When the season warmed up, the burnt hand shook in front of his eyes.

Ink Jing Shen, you fool, I am trapped here with you. I have tortured myself into this way and I am still trying to live a strong way. Your life is so important, you can't die.

The season can't talk, just look at him like this, staring at him.

Mo Jingshen saw the white cloth wrapped around her hand, and saw the burnt marks on the outside of the white cloth that were not covered. The blisters that were picked up were wiped with the herbal ash that was of little use. Some infections, after a night's time, have been swollen and a thin layer of epidermis, enough to see that it is very hot.

Mo Jingshen's gaze slowly moved away from her hand, and the season warmed red eyes to see him, his eyes gradually turned into an enterprise, and asked him to drink some water quickly.

However, the man just looked at her eyes like this, and then closed his eyes, still indifferent attitude.

When Dali saw her go in for such a long time, she didn't even feed it in a sip of water. She stood at the door and looked at her sharply.

It is really unnecessary to keep this kind of waste!

The warm light in the corner of the season saw Dali's action of hitting the gun. At the same time, he looked at the dark lip color of the ink scene. He suddenly lifted the bowl and drank a large saliva. He leaned down and threw himself on him. The moment that was reflected was directly attached to his tight lips, and the water was all passed to his mouth.

The man frowned and shook his eyes as she highlighted his movements.

He stared at her in a moment of dullness.

The warm season quickly retreated backwards. It seemed that she was just trying to feed her expression in order to survive. She lowered her head and took another sip of water. She threw herself on him and threw water into his mouth. in.

This time, the man did not forcibly close his mouth, his lips moved slightly, and the season warmed and his eyes stared at him. Many words were self-evident and they knew each other well.

Even if the warm season understands what his chilly attitude is for, at this moment, the feeling of sorrow and grief is full.

If I feed it again, it is estimated to be too deliberate. I was thinking about what to do. Suddenly, the man’s deep eyes were cold. When Dali walked into the door and was preparing to take a close look, the shot was in the warm season. Unrelenting push, she pushed her whole person out of his arms, and the intensity was great. The season was not prepared, and the whole person suddenly fell back and sat on the ground.

The warmth of the season was very fast. In a moment of horror, Dali, who was cold-eyed and approached, quickly picked up the bowl of water and sprinkled water. He stood up in a panic and pointed at the ink. The water stains in the corner of the depth of the field mean that you have completed the task yourself, and ask Daly not to kill her.

Dali looked at her coldly and looked sideways, meaning to let her go out.

The season warmly nodded and turned and ran out. Dali didn't miss any of her expressions until she went out and moved her eyes back to Mo Jingshen.

"Mr. Control, you are really a person of perseverance, but as long as we don't want you to die, you can't die. When you really faint, we will even fill your mouth with something." Like the dumb woman just now, I see that you also enjoy this way. Doesn't the following meal also let her feed you in this way?"

The cold and cold lips of the ink scene, the water stains on the lips have just dried up, the lip color is still a bit dry and pale, but without losing the coldness of the wind, indifferently watching Daly's proud eyes.

"If you haven't starved, you will die of disgusting death." The man spit out an indifferent and even apologetic English.

Daly raised his eyebrows: "Disgusting? Although the woman was a dumb, but the length is not bad, where is disgusting? Our people are all ready to take her to open the day, Control does not like Asian beauty? It seems Recently, we should catch some Western beauty to please you. If you are wronged in these two days, let this Asian woman send you a meal."

Ink's eyes are a bit colder: "You can roll."

Dali said: "It has been four days, how long do you think you can hold on."

Ink dark eyelids are not awkward, indifferent: "Don't let those disgusting women come in."

"Oh? Do you hate women so much?" Dali smiled coldly: "Unfortunately, from now on, the task of giving you water and water will be given to the person just now. If you still don't eat or drink, she is useless. The waste can be dead."

Say, Dali put the gun in his hand and played it, turned around at his fingertips, and then sneered to see the expression of Mo Jingshen.

(End of this chapter)