Until he felt a sticky liquid flowing through his hands, Ke Huanye could no longer help him. He pried open his hand, picked up the rose hard, threw it on the ground, and stomped it to pieces.

The thorns on it were still so sharp, and the tingling feeling of the soles of the feet spread throughout the body. Ke Huanye seemed to be unaware, looking up at him, his clear eyes locked tightly in his eyes, and shouted hysterically:

"Bastard, are you happy? Are you satisfied? Seeing me like this? Are you satisfied. Didn't you come here to see the joke? Now that the joke has been finished, you get out! Get out!"

Today's things could have been avoided, but it wasn't like this, but because of his words, everything began to deviate from the track. Everything was him, all because of him!

"Ke Huanye, you look ugly when you cry. You and Zhu Bajie are brothers and sisters!"

The cold big hand stroked the white cheeks in front of him, and the warm liquid came into his nostrils with a salty smell. Ke Huanye didn't know when he actually cried.

Seeing her face covered with bloodstains because of him, Wen Tianmu actually wiped her hand on the white shirt until she was sure there was no trace of blood again. Then she raised her hand to wipe her tears with the white shirt cuffs.

Ke Huanye was tearful and looked at the man gently wiping away the tears. His white cuffs were stained with blood. He originally wanted to say that you were Zhu Bajie's senior brother, and your whole family had something to do with Zhu Bajie, but suddenly he swallowed it. After looking at him for a while, he spit out a few words:

"You don't think it's dirty!"

"dirty."

With just one word, Wen Tianmu's voice is low and pleasant, without the coldness of the past.

"You still touch me if you dirty."

Ke Huanye snorted coldly.

"You look like this now, no one except me would want to touch you."

After Wen Tianmu finished speaking, he picked her up in the waist and placed her on a nearby platform.

“…”

Ke Huanye was speechless, what did no one want to touch her? She just said those guys over there, and no one cares about her if she doesn't believe it. Besides, there is also A Chi! But at this moment, she didn't want to refute it.

A bodyguard came up behind him, handed a box and some emergency medicines, bowed respectfully 90 degrees, and immediately retreated.

He gently held her feet and treated the wounds on the soles of her feet carefully with disinfectant. Some of the rose thorns had already pierced into the flesh. Looking at the wounds, his heart tightened and suddenly wondered whether everything he did today was worth it. She had a conflict with Jing Ran, but she was also injured. He also felt distressed and worried.

In the game between the three people, who is the winner, who follows who wants and who hurts his heart.

Xie Yuan was stunned by the side, his eyes were about to pop out.

The street lights were just above the heads of the two people, and some orange lights were not strong. Under the light, the boy squatted gracefully on the ground. The girl sat on the stage, pouting and looking dissatisfied, as if she was making a tantrum with the boy.

The faint light dizzled a beautiful halo on the boy's body, with a faint luster like a black jade hair, and the skin on the neck was as delicate and fair as a snow lotus. Under the long and slightly curly eyelashes, the dark eyes were deep but not cold. The lips as pink as rose petals were no longer as cold as before. At this moment, the boy removed the coldness of the past and turned into a faint tenderness.

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One day: [Mr. Jing glared at Prince Wen proudly, with a very arrogant expression: Master Qing said that many people don’t recommend or leave messages when reading Ba Wangwen. It must be because they don’t like you. Yin and Yang people. You are so annoying. Even readers don’t like you. Wow?…

Prince Wen was very calm and sneered disdainfully: You have been abused like this by Master Qing, and there is not even a person who sympathizes with you. Jingran, which of us hates more? Who is more pitiful?
Chapter completed!