Si Yu had no emotions, his eyes were half closed, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

But Song Zhao still heard the anger in his tone, as if he was impatient.

The motivation that supported her all night suddenly disappeared from her body.

She pursed her lips gently, and the mist in her eyes wet her eyelashes. She endured and slowly let go of her hand, letting him go with one finger at a time.

Si Yu turned around.

He walked to the desk of the book beside him, looked inside with his slender hands, and took out a medicine box.

I quickly turned back, opened the medicine box, and placed it on the bed.

Song Zhao looked at him silently.

The darkness that had sunk in my eyes lighted up little by little.

Si Yu took off his outer robe and put it on the screen, then rolled up the cuffs with one hand. The simplest movement fell on Si Yu, giving him a sense of Suzu's inner and outer sense of Suzu.

He sat down without saying a word and found an ointment for scalding. He quickly pounded his fingertips and pulled Song Zhao's hand over. He seemed to be thick and impatient, but in fact he carefully applied medicine to her burned red fingers.

Song Zhao blinked.

She stared at the man's cold face and applied medicine to her, and then she felt infinite courage.

She pursed her lips slightly, watched the man carefully apply medicine to her fingers, and couldn't help but whisper, "I've been waiting for you to find me."

Si Yu kept his fingertips, and he lowered his eyes and wrapped his fingers with gauze.

Song Zhao's chubby fingers wrapped in gauze turned around and held his, and asked in anger, "Do you, don't you want to marry me?"

Si Yu glanced at her faintly, "Take the legs over."

Song Zhao refused to let him change the subject and insisted on saying, "You answer me first."

Si Yu frowned, and simply stretched out, holding her ankle with an irresistible force from Song Zhao, and pressing it on his leg with forcibly domineering force.

Song Zhao's skirt was pushed to his thigh by the man.

The girl's skin is very white and tender, and even the blood vessels under her skin are clearly visible. They will cause bruises when they are bumped and bumped.

At this moment, both knees and half of the calves were scalded by hot water, and a series of blisters were formed, which was shocking to see.

Si Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.

The gloomy desire for violence gradually rose from the bottom of his eyes. He held Song Zhao's delicate legs, and his voice was dangerously hoarse, "Do you think it's fun?"

Song Zhao originally felt that things were going well because of his concern.

When he heard Si Yu's question, his heart fell down.

Did he think she was deliberately using a bitter trick?

She kicked her legs hard, and was so angry that she wanted to kick him away and prevent him from touching her.

"What's the matter?" Si Yu's tone became louder, Ru Ying's eyes raised, and his sharp eyes looked directly at Song Zhao.

The look of losing control and tearing everything apart at any time was shaken by Song Zhao.

The man dyed the ointment with his fingertips and rubbed it slowly on Song Zhao's scald.

Song Zhao took a breath, and his legs trembled in pain, which relieved his depression for many days.

"Did you do something wrong once and you will never get your trust again?" Song Zhao tried hard to calm down, stared at the man in front of him numbly, and asked loudly, "You explain clearly, how to offset it."

He is really too fierce.

The attitude is extremely hurtful

Song Zhao felt like a shameless woman who was taking the initiative again and again, but was pushed away by him impatiently again and again.

Her pride and her self-esteem were almost given to him.
Chapter completed!