Chapter 30.1 (1/2)

The palm center is also suffused with a touch of pink, we can see how hard the two palms are.

The big hand with distinct bone joints covered it and gently rubbed it. The black eyes like ink flashed with heartache. The tone was gentle but slightly reproached: ”when you see Shaojin's face is so red and swollen, you know that you must have used all your strength. Is it not painful to play this way?”

”You Isn't she in love? ” Liang Xiaoyu looks at Xin Zezhao stupidly. For a moment, he can't figure out the situation, but looking at his gentle and indulgent expression, his loss disappears.

”Naturally, someone will love her. I just need to love you. Next time, I'll take care of myself. It's silly to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred. ”

”But I slapped her twice.” Liang Xiaoyu ignores the warmth and emotion from her heart and looks at Xin Zezhao stubbornly. She has not forgotten Xin Zezhao's anger when she was wronged last time.

Xin Zezhao raised his eyes, sighed slightly, and asked, ”then why did you hit her?”

”Because she did it first.” Liang Xiaoyu pursed her lips and felt a few grievances at the bottom of her heart. She felt like she was bullied outside and could complain when she came home.

”Well, so you're right.” Xin Zezhao nodded seriously and rubbed the palm of her hand without stopping.

Liang Xiaoyu had never thought that it would be this kind of result. When she saw Xin Zezhao's cold face before, she thought that she would be scolded at least. She had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

Xin Zezhao saw the daze on Liang Xiaoyu's face. His narrow eyes were as bright as diamonds. He asked in a low voice, ”don't you want me to believe you?”

Cool small Yu smell speech, a change in the previous daze and dull, eyes filled with white fog gradually dissipated, just like the bright moonlight, bright and moving, the whole person in high spirits.

It's a long time since she's been trusted and spoiled.

Both moved and delighted, Liang Xiaoyu pours on Xin Zezhao, buries his head in his arms, and holds his waist tightly with both hands. It seems that he is afraid that if he doesn't do so, the rare happiness in front of him will slip away quietly.