Drifting Towards You

"Let go." He said in a cold voice, his voice seemed to quench the ice, but with an imperceptible tremor.

Xia Feise didn't let go, but looked up at him and whispered, "I'm afraid let go of you and go out to fight again."

"Fuck!" His eyes became more hostile, as if he had run out of patience.

"You look at me." Xia Feise said again.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he still didn't look at her. His eyes jumped over her and landed in the direction of the hallway, but there was no focus. His pale face would be almost bloodless.

Xia Feise's eyes were sour, and she whispered, "I'm still here, you and me."

His eyelashes trembled lightly, and finally slowly retracted his gaze to look at the woman who was holding him tightly.

Xia Feise smiled at him, warmly said: "You said we are not considered fate, because we have the same disease and pity each other, so we are together by mistake."

His eyes were scarlet, and they were a bit less frivolous and frivolous, but he seemed to be trying his best to endure something.

Xia Feise only felt her heart was blocked, and that feeling seemed more sad than her being abandoned by her mother.

He is so good, why should he suffer such treatment.

Xia Feise thought, her mother was still guilty when she saw her, at least she was still gentle and gentle.

But his mother, every word is like a poisoned knife, and every knife is piercing his heart.

She couldn't imagine how he had endured her cruelty and ruthlessness again and again for so many years, and how he was ruthlessly stifled with expectation again and again.

Li Mubai lowered his head and stared at her, and it took a long time before he slowly lowered his eyes and reached out to hug her.

Xia Feise hugged him tighter, and he lowered his head and buried his head in her neck.

Xia Feise lowered her eyes lightly. He didn't cry, but she couldn't help but drop a string of tears.

She has inexplicable sorrow and sadness, even if it had nothing to do with her.

She wanted to say more to comfort him and give him a little strength.

But the words were so pale that she couldn't say a word in the end.

Long after the woman left, his mood gradually stabilized.

Xia Feise planned to clean up the ward. After all, there were a lot of glass shards on the floor, and she was worried that she would step on and cut her foot.

Li Mubai grabbed her and said in a low voice, "Stay with me for a while."

Hearing that, Xia Feise did not insist anymore.

He took off his shoes and jacket, climbed onto the bed and got into his arms.

Li Mubai looked at her coldly, his eyes gloomy but not angry.

Xia Feise stretched out a hand and gently stroked his chest, looked at him and said, "Does it hurt?"

Li Mubai's gaze got a little more focus, watching her silently.

Xia Feise reached out and gently unbuttoned the buttons on his gown, lowered her head and kissed his chest: "Is it better?"

Li Mubai slowly lowered his eyes without making a sound, and gently dropped his big hand on her head and stroked her hair.

The corners of Xia Feise's eyes were sour, she didn't look up, afraid that she couldn't control the tears.

what do you want?

Why don't you tell me what you want?

As long as it can make you not sad, Xia Feise feels that at this moment, she can give everything.

She never felt that she was such a passionate or emotional person, on the contrary she was calm and self-contained.

But at this moment, she just felt very distressed.

She just wanted to find a way to make him not sad.

He lowered his eyes slightly, he could feel a moist warmth in his chest, his big hand squeezed into the gap between her cheek and his flesh, and gently lifted her small face.