021 Crying and Sincerity
"For example, everyone has time to drink tea, watch movies, eat a meal or something." Chu Huan said flatly.
"Huan, are you playing with me?" Xiao Moye suddenly smiled coldly, "Remember what you said when I knelt in front of you? Huh? As long as I am willing to kneel, you are willing to stay. Now What?"
She choked in her throat, neither up nor down. She was right, but at the time she could not have thought that he would really kneel.
Ever since, she glared at him, suddenly wondering what to say. He glanced at her lightly, passed her, and walked towards the desk.
She instinctively grabbed his sleeve.
"Huh?" He turned around and looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"Don't you think about it anymore?" she asked hurriedly.
"Why should I think about it?" he asked rhetorically.
She slumped her mouth, and her eyes instantly reddened. This man, domineering and selfish, loves her all the time, but he never gave her even the most basic freedom.
The more I thought about it, the more Chu Huan felt unlucky for himself. Tears rushed like this and rolled out of her eye sockets.
Xiao Moye frowned and saw the teardrops falling from the person in front of him, unconsciously pierced in his heart. Lifting his finger, he gently stroked the fundus of her eyes, his fingertips were soaked in her tears little by little, "Sad?"
When he asked this, she actually cried even louder, holding his sleeves, like a faucet that opened the gate, "You... ooh, why don't you let me go... Is there a People's Liberation Army like you? … Woo woo... woo woo... ”
Chu Huan was crying out of control. All the worries and grievances over the past few days have cried out, "Xiao Moye... You, do you think you look good... Do others have to fall in love with you?" Kuchiki Byakuya looks better than Kurosaki Ichigo, and I haven't seen Rukia fall in love with... oooo..."
Xiao Moye narrowed his eyes, staring at Chu Huan with a deep gaze.
Chu Huan was not very courageous, but he couldn't stand it when this person had an impulse. This impulse can be smoothed out of his mouth. For example, Barabala said, "Xiao Moye, you are a bastard!", "I want it." Report, I want to sue you!", "Woo, you can go to jail for this behavior." "I want mom, I want dad!"
Upon hearing what Chu Huan said, Xiao Moye's originally gloomy face slowly became dumbfounded.
His joy made him angry, but he was helpless.
"Do you really want to leave?" He glanced at his left sleeve, which was soaked with tears and nose, so he took out a handkerchief with his right hand and wiped her crying face like a cat.
She didn't answer, and continued to cry, which upset him.
Every time he saw her tears, he always had the urge to strangle her to death, but... Reluctant, it was really reluctant!
With a slight sigh, Xiao Moye said, "If you want me to agree to your request, you should at least show your sincerity instead of crying and scolding me like this."
"Sincere?" Chu Huan blinked his teary eyes, staring at Xiao Moye, and for a while, he forgot to cry again.