Chapter 534： Wiping tears with his hand

Chapter 534 wipes tears with his hand

The cloud painting was quietly moved forward by Bo Siqing.

She doesn't say anything, she doesn't struggle.

The cold wind blew and the face was cold.

When the thin board went forward for a while, she suddenly felt that it was wrong. She just moved so much, and suddenly it was quiet...

He turned back.

Just right on her fascinating eyes, tears accumulate from the eyelids, then press over the eyelashes and roll off.

She licked her lips and gently licked her nose without any extra movement.

What Xiao Siqing felt the first time was distressed.

As if the heart was slammed tightly, it hurts him almost suffocating.

Then, in his mind, there was a very outdated idea: How could she cry so beautifully?

He has seen many people crying, or sorrow, or despair, or madness.

He always hates crying, hates tears, and hates seeing others crying and tears.

But now, watching her cry, he really thinks great.

However, this kind of good-looking is too distressing.

"Is it hurt just now?" Bo Siqing stood still, his face sinking like water, his voice was so cold.

He held her hands on her shoulders, looked up and down her, trying to find out where she was injured.

Cloud painting turned and wanted to break away: "No."

"Isn't Kong Muqing hit you when he evades? I bumped into the bones? I look at it!" Bosi Qing held her hand on her shoulder and prevented her from moving. The other hand was about to touch her ribs.

"Thin Siqing!"

The cloud painting jumped anxiously and covered his face: "I am a girl!"

"Well?...oh." He was about to touch the hand of her right rib, and he was suddenly stiff and slowly recovered. "Go to the hospital."

"No!" The cloud painting was annoyed to death. "I was not hurt!"

"No injuries? You are crying." Bo Siqing stared at her.

Cloud paintings are going crazy.

She is crying, she is crying, but she is not the body, it is the heart!

This is probably the girl's mind.

I hope he doesn't understand, and he wants him to understand, but he doesn't dare to let him know.

"In short, I am fine." The voice of the cloud painting is a little hoarse.

She didn't want to cry anymore, but he could see him like this, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

He seems a little embarrassed.

Probably I really don't know what she thinks.

Can look at her stubborn eyes, he finally compromised.

He seems to want to find a paper towel, but he did not find it...

His expression at the moment seemed to be somewhat overwhelming, and he did not know how to start with her.

Looking at his rare appearance, the cloud painting could not stand and laughed.

There were teardrops on my eyes, but I couldn’t help but laugh.

Bo Siqing was even more embarrassed, and the brows of good looks wrinkled directly.

The cloud painting stared at him, and there were some little anger in his eyes.

Suddenly, she grabbed his big hand, wiped his tears with his back, wiped one side, and changed one side!

Someone, instantly stiff into a sculpture.

......

The cloud painting lying on the bed, over and over, can't sleep, and is so annoyed to die.

How can she do something stupid?

So stupid thing, is she really doing it?

She actually used the hand of Bo Siqing to wipe her tears!

Ah - ah!

Cloud painting could not help but hammer the bed.

He won't be too dirty for her...

The cloud paintings cover the silkworms with their quilts and evade themselves.

......

Next room.

Bo Siqing sat on the sofa and stared at his hand.

His hand should have been beautiful, his fingers were long and his nails were round.

But now, this hand can't be called beautiful...

(End of this chapter)