Biting his ear, she tried hard, tasted the blood, and heard the muffled groan he deliberately suppressed. She smiled in an extremely charming and cold way: "Besides, even if it is, you have no feelings for Qionghua."
I don’t believe in Fairy Meng’er’s love either!”
Such a tone was so decisive that Ye Hua's heart kept falling. He knew that she hated him, but it was only at this moment that it became clear that her hatred for him was so deep.
"Meng'er, actually..." He almost told her the thing that he couldn't talk about in order to restore a little bit of his position in her heart.
But in the end, the arrogant Lord God Ye Hua still did not speak.
If it were him who broke his promise to that person like this, he would not be Ye Hua, the Lord of Heaven.
He was also unwilling to use such things to please her.
"If you don't believe it, then don't believe it!" After saying these words, he picked her up from the water, gently wiped the water off her body, took a soft mulberry silk robe and put it on her, and held her in his arms.
Returning to Shuixie Pavilion, he hugged her and fell asleep again.
A dreamless night.
When Han Mengxiao woke up in the morning, Ye Hua no longer knew where he had gone. The bed was half empty, and the air was fragrant and sweet, filled with the smell of purple lotus. He habitually placed his hands on his belly, and Han Mengxiao's eyes
There is some sourness.
The confused feeling she had just woken up caused her to temporarily forget many things. She only thought about how great it would be if this moment was her rebirth, and everything in the past never existed.
She is the Qionghua Fairy Meng'er. She lives with her brother in the Temple of the Four Seasons, carefree and carefree as a little flower fairy.
Or he is a spicy little reporter in modern society, busy interviewing and writing articles. In his free time, he chats and gossips with colleagues, goes shopping and eats with friends, snuggles in his mother's arms, and grows old with her.
Who says women are a nuisance? Aren’t men the same? That man...
The faint smell of medicine wafts into the nose, and whoever comes to mind comes to mind.
Han Mengxiao turned her head and squinted her eyes to see Ye Hua's tall body blocking the light from the door, holding a bowl of soup steadily in his hand and striding towards her.
"You're awake, then, take the medicine!" Ye Hua came over, sat down directly on the chair beside the bed, put the medicine bowl in front of Han Mengxiao, and said in the commanding tone that Han Mengxiao hated to hear the most.
"I'm healed, so I won't eat!"
Her head was still very heavy, but she had developed the habit of going against him, and she just said such a sentence casually. It seemed that going against his will would make her riddled heart feel better, but she
He never thought that when he stabbed him with the sharp thorn, he would just open his wound again and again, causing blood to drip from his body.
After getting along with her for many days, Ye Hua also knew this about Han Mengxiao, so after she refused to take the medicine, without another word, he directly brought the bowl to his mouth, drank the soup inside, and then stepped forward and grabbed
He held her head, pointed his mouth at hers, and forcefully forced her to take the first sip.
The bitter taste slid down his throat, and Han Mengxiao slapped Ye Hua on the face with his backhand.
The crisp sound of "pop" was particularly clear in this quiet morning.
Ye Hua, however, seemed to be unaware. He transformed into a snow-white veil and wiped away the medicinal juice that spilled from Han Mengxiao's mouth. He said without any emotion: "You haven't healed your body yet. This bowl of medicine is a must."
For food, you can choose to eat it yourself, or you can choose me to feed it to you. Of course, if you are in a bad mood, you can continue to beat it. It is just a beautiful skin. If you break it, I will just replace it with another one.