At this moment, it was empty, as if there was no soul.
His shirt was dirty, with blood on it, and it looked crumpled.
But this did not affect his exquisiteness in the least. He was very tall, with a height of over 1.8 meters, and his body was extremely thin, almost to the point of skinny. He sat by the window, still keeping his hands around his knees, only his head was slightly raised.
The room was too dim. Song Heng had the urge to turn on the light for the first time. The woman's temperament was very soft. She stood at the door with the light behind her back, her long curly hair draped over her shoulders, and she was covered by the light behind her. Halo.
I can't see her face clearly, I can only see her eyes, like a Wang Qingtan, which makes people look in and feel comfortable in their hearts.
So Song Heng did something he had never taken the initiative to do. He pushed on the wall lamp by the window with one hand. In an instant, the room was bright.
He raised his hand and covered his eyes. He didn't quite adapt to the bright light. His eyes were a bit tingling. He slowly lowered his hand.
Women are beautiful, he thinks so, and he feels very comfortable. He likes her eyes the most, gentle, as if tolerant of everything.
He moved his body and wanted to ask: Who are you
But when he opened his mouth, he was stunned suddenly, he could not speak, his voice had long been ruined!
Why should women come to see him? ! He doesn't need friends! No need for these people to see his ugliness! He must be very embarrassed now, right? He looked down at his shirt, screamed in his mouth, and quickly turned off the wall lamp.
At the same time, he grabbed the water glass on the bedside cabinet and threw it toward the door.
Su Kui took a step back, the water glass hit the wall with a bang in front of her, and fell to the floor with a bang, breaking to pieces. The unfinished water tickled down the wall and gathered into a strip, soaked in the plush carpet.
"Ah, uh!!"
Pillows, remote controls, quilts, clothes, as long as he could catch them, all smashed over.
He should not let others see him like this! No one likes him. Those people come to see his jokes!
he does not want!
Get out, get out, all out!
"what!!"
The sound of the upstairs attracted the attention of the downstairs. Song Nan's expression changed, he pushed away the servant and rushed up quickly.
Song Heng felt that he was probably crazy. On the one hand, he didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't control his emotions. He just wanted to vent and drive her away! I don't want her to see myself like this!
Go, why not go!
With tears in his eyes, his wrist was suddenly held gently by a soft little hand.
His body stiffened, the air seemed to freeze, and he was like a robot, and it disappeared in an instant.
The woman let go of his wrist, and the next moment, her head fell into an embrace full of fragrant and elegant scent, very gentle and warm.
"Why do you want to get angry? Don't you want to be friends with me? But, I really want to be friends with the young master—"
She gently stroked his messy hair with her fingers. His hair was a bit longer, and the broken hair in front fell to his chin, looking inhuman and ghostly. But she didn't care, she patted his thin and bulging back, and sighed, "Young Master nodded if he agrees."
Song Heng was stunned, his brain blank.
This is the first person to come into contact with him at such a close distance, regardless of his struggles, and not afraid of his injury.