Ayin came alive. Even though her face was still sallow, her eyes were still swollen like walnuts, and her hair was so rough that she forgot to use shaving water, but her waist was twisted up, and her knees were stretched straight when she stepped on high heels, and she did not bend at all. , Tingting walked over to Song Nineteen and Li Eleven, saying that she was hungry and asked Song Nineteen to go to the restaurant.
She remembered that she had judged herself as selfish, and she was absolutely right. Myrtle's words are "the adult is sick", her foothold is not in the "sickness", but in the "adult" in front
superior. When Ah Tao called out "Sir", she said "Aro" in her heart. The more she read it, the more comfortable she became.
Or in her subconscious, she still felt that Lord Yama had great powers, and now she can come back well, with only a little maid, most of which can't go wrong.
If it is said that she has only invited nineteen restaurants, there is a reason. She figured it out, since Ah Luo had never moved on, she would have a chance to get close to the water tower, and when it comes to coaxing the girl... Ah Yin glanced at Li Shiyi who was flipping through the book with a cold face.
I think Song Nineteen is still very talented.
The gifted Song Nineteen did not waste Ayin's praises in vain. He saw her joy in two or three times and asked her if she had received any letters.
A Yin wanted to ask her for advice, so he naturally picked up on Myrtle's treatment, but Song Nineteen held his cheeks and sat next to Li Shiyi, frowning in disapproval.
Seeing that something was wrong, Ayin pulled up a chair and sat opposite, Erlang put his legs together: "Tell me."
Song Nineteen asked: "Yan Luo, the temple of ghosts, will he also get sick?"
She said the next sentence carefully, with the tip of her little finger against her lower lip: "In the past, it seemed that you and her also started because of medical treatment."
She flashed charming eyes, this myrtle cure, is it for internal use or external use
She hesitated to speak, and glanced at Li Shiyi, Ayin was flustered by what she said. Seeing that she still had unfinished words, and Li Shiyi also understood, she took two breaths, raised her chin, and pointed. Pointing to Li Shiyi: "You say it."
Li Shiyi lifted his eyes from the book, tilted his head, looked at her and said, "Fenghan."
"Is there a need for 'prostitution in the daytime'?"
She returned Ayin's sentence to her without haste, causing Ayin to blink. Song Nineteen looked at her from the side, Li Shiyi was always able to speak pungent words coldly and quietly, and even these four words seemed abstinent.
Song Nineteen's fingers tapped like a piano on the table, and Li Shiyi's voice tapped in her ear.
A Yin panicked. In the winter weather, she threw the silk and fanned twice.
She is used to pinch men on the Fengyue Field, and she has done a lot of things on paper, but this real love affair is indeed the first time.
Before Ayin could tidy up her confused thoughts, she heard Li Shiyi speak again: "In two days, I will bring Shijiu up the mountain, and I can't drag it any longer."
She said half of what she said, and the rest of the meaning was also very clear. Because of A Yin, Nineteen's search for Huan was delayed for too long. Now that A Luo is back, she no longer cares about her.
If Song Nineteen's life experience had anything to do with it, he wouldn't have the extra energy to take care of it.
A Yin magnified the words "Li Shiyi doesn't care about her anymore" in her heart. She felt a little disappointed for no reason. She raised her hand to hold her heart and stopped abruptly. On to "abandoned".
She felt deeply that she could no longer be depressed, so she was cruel and said, "wait for me for two days, and I will go with you."
She quickly thought about the method in her mind, and after a while, she put her hands together, making a crunchy sound in her palms, and she thought about it.
She got up to leave, paused again, turned around and asked Li Shiyi, "Tell me, me and that Myrtle, which one looks better?"
As she spoke, she pulled her ear hair back.
Li Shiyi thought about it: "Appearance is second, Ah Tao's temperament is more docile."
"Fart!" If it wasn't for the table, Ah Yin wanted to screw her.
Li Shiyi looked back at her, his calm eyes like a mirror.
Unwillingly, Ayin softened her shoulders, laughed to herself, and pouted at Song Nineteen, saying, "You like cute and cute people, so naturally you can't think of anything else."
Li Shiyi flipped through the book and raised his brows: "Really?"
Song Nineteen moved his chin up, covering the corner of his smiling mouth.
This night, the cold wind was scraping bones like a knife, but Ayin was wearing a single coat and swayed around the alley like a ghost for about 20 laps. When Song Nineteen pushed open the door and entered, she was dazed and dazed, sneezing while reaching for the mirror by the bedside.
Song Nineteen hurriedly stepped forward and handed over the mirror, A Yin only glanced at it with his eyelids up, and seeing that it wasn't too ugly, he buckled it on his chest, frowned and mourned softly.
Song Nineteen's throat moved, and he looked at her with a complicated expression.
Song Nineteen always thought that love can stimulate people's incredible potential, and it was only by herself that she could put all her cleverness and intelligence in the game with Li Shiyi, and she looked at A Yin, only then did she realize that someone was On the contrary, affection wiped out her usual delicate face and turned into a stupid girl who couldn't be more stupid.
The silly girl squinted her swollen eyes, with a hot towel on her head, oh oh oh, she stopped after a while, and asked Song Nineteen, "Her ears are so smart, why doesn't she move at all? "
Song Nineteen comforted her: "Maybe she is ill, and she has received supernatural powers."
Makes sense. A Yin nodded weakly, holding Song Nineteen's hand: "Go and call her."
At the end, he ordered again: "Don't say that I asked, just say that you can't see it."
Song Nineteen responded, closed the door and went out. Ayin closed her hot eyes and counted a hundred times, and Aro entered the room with the cool wind wrapped in it.
Ah Yin's heart skipped a beat, as if the light was returning to the light. It turned out that she also recognized the sound of her footsteps. It turned out that she and her used to be too noisy, and it was so noisy that she only had a chance to hear her footsteps at this moment.
She felt Aro sitting beside her bed, his soft gaze twisted on her irregular towel, and then glanced at the warm water in the copper basin beside her.
She didn't say anything, just put her hand on the outside of the copper basin, A Yin heard the sound of small bubbles, and a small heat wave came from the copper basin. She remembered that the first time she went to Wushan with Arro, she also held a teapot like this, the water in it was boiling hot, and then she thoughtfully poured a cup of tea for her.
She remembered again that Aro had put his hands on her chest, and the chest was warm and full at that time, and she didn't know whether she used magic or not.
A Yin's eyelids moved when she heard Ah Luo ask her, "I feel uncomfortable at the moment, why did you go out to dry last night?"
A Yin's heart flickered, and she stared at her with her eyes open. Her breath was burning, and her eyes were burning: "Can you hear me?"
"I can't hear you." Aro said, "Since Aheng told me that day, I have been in control."
"Then..." Ah Yin was a little excited, and even his arteries twitched. She scrutinized Arrow's words carefully. If she wasn't listening, she was watching. She might be on the window sill, or behind the door, or by the street lamp, watching her all the time.
How long has she watched her? She didn't dare to think about it, especially when Arrow was ill.
A Luo took off the towel on her head, went over it in the water, and twisted it a little harder, but the voice had no weight: "If you want me to come, just pretend, why do it?"
Ah Luo's composure made Ah Yin's blushing cheeks look like a joke. She didn't have the strength to retort, she just bit her lip and said, "You are Lord Yama, don't you see it at a glance?"
She hadn't spoken to Aro so calmly in a long time, so much so that she unconsciously clenched her cuff. Even though she painstakingly fell ill and was immediately exposed, she still felt that it was worth the burn.
Because of this illness, it drained her strength, took away her toughness, and shattered her backbone. The loneliness and fragility in her heart were exacerbated by the sky. She couldn't stand up, and she couldn't scold her. He could only lower his body and lay on the bed quietly looking at Aro.
She was sick, and Aro was sick, and they were more equal than ever.
Aro put the towel on her forehead, her fingertips slipped over her ear involuntarily, her throat itch again, she covered her lips and coughed softly.
A Yin grabbed her other hand and held it in the palm of her hand. Aro looked at Ayin in the shaking breath, and saw that her parched lips still had a gentle and affectionate arc, the corners of her eyes flew upward, but there was a low-brow squinting emotion in her pupils, which was like hers Love to drink tea.
The tea was brewed, and the mist was ready for her to enjoy. Ayin figured it out, and waited for her to turn around.
Ayin thought about it and decided not to detour, so she grabbed her hand, struggled to get up, and said, "I don't care, I just ask you, do you still have me in your heart?"
She said it very directly, which made Aro's mind move and looked up at her.
A Yin's eyes were red, and he said, "If there is, I will admit it to you."
In her confession, she replied to some of the arrogance of the past, bargaining, as if she was talking about a deal that would not suffer.
Aro pursed his lips and was silent for a while, before asking her, "If not, would you deny it?"
Ayin raised her chin and her hair was messy: "Yes, I don't even recognize it when I die."
She thought very clearly that if she was wrong, she would be duplicitous and ruin Aro's love, but if Aro didn't have her in her heart, then she didn't have to show weakness at all.
The unclosed wooden window crackled again, A Yin shrank her bones, her sickness made her very weak, and she was not very confident. She couldn't tell whether the window was flapping at the moment because of Yama, just like she didn't. Know how long you can hold on.
She looked at Arro, who looked at her calmly with Qiushui eyes, moved his lips, and his dark pupils were frozen for thousands of years.
"Admit me wrong," she said.
She waited a long time for a possibility, and she did.
Ah Yin had never heard such a beautiful command. She looked into Aro's eyes and heard her say - you should admit a lot of mistakes to me, because I like you very much.