seconds, he easily bound her hands with it, hoisting her high above his head. This pose, resembling Jesus's crucifixion, made her feel humiliated. She wanted to beg for mercy, but when she met his vio...Chapter Name: 132

"Don't cry, you still have me! Forget him, I will make you happy!"

Xiao Yi leaned over and gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with his finger. Such an action, he seemed to have done many times before, and it seemed that he had always been in the position of wiping tears for her. But he swore, there would come a day when he would change this situation.

She listened, finally unable to hold it in any longer, and broke down crying. That man was gone, who was she putting on a show for!

Xiao Yi let out a soft sigh, there was no other way. He took off his shoes and got into bed, gently bringing her small head closer to his chest, then hugged her softly.

"Good girl, don't cry, don't cry…"

He gently stroked her hair, murmuring softly like he was coaxing a child. Who said that body heat makes you feel warm and embrace gives you security Xiao Yi's comfort, although clumsy, was all he could give. He leaned close to her ear, whispering softly "good girl, don't cry," expressing all his tenderness in those words.

She had just gone through surgery, and before that, she had suffered a major hemorrhage. Her body couldn't take it anymore. After a good cry, under his soothing voice, she fell asleep unconsciously. Although tears still hung at the corners of her eyes, her small body was quiet. Although her little face was soaked with tears, it also calmed down. A pale face in the darkness, not much blood color, he saw it, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he also knew that her past was something he couldn't participate in, an unchangeable fact. Her future, and his future, was his hope, what he needed to strive for.

Gently, like a cheetah, he silently got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He washed a hot towel and gently wiped her small face clean. After finishing this, he quietly got back into bed and, separated by the thin quilt, gently held her close.

This girl will be his, and he's responsible for her from now on!

He said to himself in this way, closing his eyes slightly.

I didn't sleep, and couldn't sleep, but being able to cuddle up with her was a kind of subtle happiness!

Don't want to sleep, but also afraid to sleep. Holding her is like guarding her!

He swore: He would definitely protect her and make sure she was okay!ar-proclaimed media outlets! Media personnel are most sensitive to this, they bear it time and again, but "it doesn't concern me, so I can just hang high," "once things concern themselves, then natura...