C919 (1/2)

In the inner room, the light was shining yellow on the face of peach.

Zuo en is holding a soft towel, cleaning the drinks on her face and the bruises on her forehead.

He quickly wrung out the water on the towel. When he put the towel on her face, it seemed to be holding a treasure.

On her bright forehead, a bloody bruise fell into his eyes like lightning!

The tingling shock made him tighten his fist unconsciously.

He held his breath, his eyes drooping to the edge of his anger. ”Why don't you hide when she hits your head with her glass?”

Muki's eyes were a little confused. She recalled for a moment and said, ”I dodged three plates and two silver spoons flying from the side. When I turned my head, I won the bid.”

Suddenly, she laughed, raised the V-shaped gesture, and added: ”I will try to hide faster next time! Please believe me. ”

Zuo en didn't speak, but he squeezed her hand harder - soft and boneless, but always full of strength.

”Pain!”

She cried for pain for a moment, and the congestion on her forehead that was hit by the wine cup was not more painful than the palm of her hand!

Zuo en nervously withdrew his clenched hand, and then carefully looked at her two small hands.

Among them, her left heart has a deep red thorn mark.