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Chapter 335: I won't touch you on the wedding night 3

Yu Yuanyuan rushed into the bathroom

Sitting on the toilet, Yu Yuanyuan was all drunk and her head was a little unclear.

She regrets drinking so much now

She should be smart, not impulsive

Or take a bath

She put in hot water and soaked her whole body in it. She felt a little dizzy and slowly fell asleep leaning on it.

Xia Zihao looked at the bottle of red wine on the table, sat on the sofa, poured a glass of wine, took a sip, slowly shook the glass with his hand, and looked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The moonlight outside is very bright, very round and big

He remembered that during the Mid-Autumn Festival when he was a child, Yu Yuanyuan fell ill and lay in bed half-dead.

No one to play with him

Except for the servants, my father is not here and my mother is dead.

He climbed up to the top floor alone and looked at the big moon above his head. He only felt cold and lonely in his heart.

He just needs someone to accompany him and a body temperature to warm him.

His requirements are not many, so why is it so difficult?

A few days ago, a little sister came here. She was so dry that she didn’t even dare to look at him.

He doesn't like ugly things, so he doesn't like her either

Moreover, she is autistic, doesn't like to talk, and stays alone all day

Still sick now

He doesn't like that little sister from the bottom of his heart, but he needs someone to accompany him

No matter how much he disliked her, he couldn't help but run to her room on the first night to warn her

Xia Zihao stared at the moon quietly for a while, and finally slipped into the room quietly.

A small body lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt

His little face was covered with sweat. Even Xia Zihao felt hot when he looked at it. It was so hot in August.

He tried his best to pretend to be fierce, and walked closer with head held high. Yu Yuanyuan seemed to feel the pressure, her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes.

Looking at Xia Zihao, I still feel a little bit frightened.

"Young...Master" the voice was so weak that it was weak

Yu Yuanyuan, who was ill, had a pale face, and her lips were a little split and shriveled, making her extremely ugly. Xia Zihao frowned, but at the same time he felt that she was very pitiful.


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