Chapter 573 (1/2)

Brother, how old do you think you are, my sister? How does this virtue look like a crying child who just doesn't leave without buying ice cream? ”Didn't you just say it hurts? Why is it getting hot again? ”

”Try it!” Winter night put the injured right hand in front of me and said with a flat mouth, ”it's like wrapping a quilt on my body. My hot claws scratch my heart and make me feel sick to death!”

Although this is a little bit coquettish, it still makes sense. Who changed it? It's not awkward to wear a pair of gloves on a hot day? My leg injury has not been cured for a few days, so I have a deep understanding, sighed, and said: ”no way, the wound is not bandaged easily infected, I turn on the air conditioner, it will be cool later, this is your psychological role, don't think about it, the more you think about it, the more uncomfortable you feel.”

I want to put in gear and drive, but winter night steps over a leg and puts * *'s foot on the steering wheel. ”I'm not comfortable now”

in the face of women's unreasonable quarrel, except for forbearance, men generally have no other better way to stare at this beautiful jade foot. I can't help but ask: ”what's uncomfortable? Feet? Isn't this OK? ”It's white and clean, no blue or swelling”

”it's not feet” the little winter night suddenly quieted down, turned his face to look out of the window, felt his left hand on his chest and slowly clenched it into a fist, whined in a weak almost inaudible voice, ”it's not a hand”

”ha?”

Sister tiger turned around and asked me with a piece of cold pink face, ”did I apologize for kicking you last time?”

My brain doesn't jump as fast as her emotions. It just nods subconsciously and ”says”

”so you stepped on me just now, shouldn't you also apologize to me?”

I thought to myself, you still pinched my ass! But good men don't care about women. We don't care about you. It's not so much my demeanor as my humble growing up experience that didn't teach me the dignity of an old man at all. It's common for me to say I'm sorry to a girl, otherwise I can't coexist with Chu Yuan for a long time.

”Well, I apologize. I'm sorry, my little sister. Does your foot still hurt?”

”Didn't I just tell you? ”My feet don't hurt for a long time,” said Dong Xiaoye, looking at my face indifferently, ”but I'm still uncomfortable.”

Man, I'm in a hurry. What's the nerve of this girl? The car has been cooled by the air conditioner. Your hands and feet don't hurt. What else is uncomfortable?

”Here comes your aunt?” Besides, I can't think of any other reasons why she is uncomfortable or in a bad mood.

”Go away!” Sister tiger kicked the foot on the steering wheel into my arms, but it was weak, just gently against my chest, and because of this action, her body had turned sideways.

The pretty face is not angry, or expressionless, but the face is more ruddy. The thin sweat oozes from the tip of the nose. The breath is a little heavy. Staring at my eyes, they are dull and empty.