"Early summer, you had nightmares." When Che's voice is still very low, low as if a little louder, will frighten her.

Ling chuxia was stunned, but he shook his head, "no, it's not a nightmare, it's true..."

When Che pursed lips, stressed: "that is a nightmare."

After that, shiche didn't speak any more. He just walked up quietly and hugged her to her. Then he slowly took off her clothes, wiped her body with a towel, and then helped her put on a clean and dry sleep.

Because her hair has just been wet, now can't sleep directly, shiche let Ling chuxia lean on the head of the bed, he took the hair dryer, plug into the socket, carefully help Ling chuxia blow hair.

The wind from the hair dryer is warm, but it can blow on Ling chuxia's body, but she only feels the endless cold. She raises her eyes, and her eyes are dark and silent, "shiche, do you know what I just dreamed of?"

When Che is still serious to help her blow hair, as if did not hear her words. And Ling chuxia didn't seem to use his answer. She continued to say to herself, "I have begun to dream that the baby is born, but..."

Her hand suddenly hard clenched, blue veins protruding, "it is not our child, when Che, it is not!"

What happened that night, Ling chuxia thought he had really forgotten. It didn't, but it became clearer and scarier day by day.

She really can't stand it.

"Shiche, we don't want this child, please."

Ling chuxia's big and godless eyes were full of tears, and his voice was fragmented. Every word turned into a sharp sword and stabbed shiche's heart hard.

If he could, he never wanted her to suffer such a crime.

When he saw her out of control on the first night, he had already taken Ling chuxia for a general examination again, but the result of the doctor's feedback was still the same.

Miss Ling's health is not suitable to take away the child.

When Che grasps the hand of the hair dryer unconsciously clenches tightly, in the black eye extremely quickly appeared a touch of deep pain, but in a flash, he restrained himself, one by one will Ling chuxia's hair dry, this just holds Ling chuxia to lie back on the bed.

His thin lips gently kiss on Ling chuxia's forehead, his voice is low and hoarse, "early summer, it is our child. It's just a nightmare. "

When Ling chuxia listened to this sentence, she was almost desperate. Since this period of time, what he and she said most was this sentence, but this sentence could not give her any comfort, and she did not want to hear it.

However, often looking at Che such a quiet and sad eyes, she can not say a word.

She closed her eyes, and tears trickled out of the corners of her eyes.

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after shiche coaxed Ling chuxia to sleep, he gently bent down and gave a kiss on Ling chuxia's eyebrow. Then he got up and walked towards the door with his hands and feet.

Out of the bedroom, when Che gently took the door, turned to the first floor, opened the door of the gym on the first floor, when Che stepped into.

Shiche exercises Thai boxing all year round, so in this gym, there are a lot of sandbags hanging. Shiche walks forward without even wearing a boxing set, so he punches heavily with his bare hands.

His hands didn't wear a boxing ring, but shiche's strength was great, and his hand back joints quickly covered with black, but he was ignorant and only hit with all his strength.

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