My wrist was pinched and lifted up, and it hurt like a bone was broken.

Chen Wang looked at her coldly, and her expression and slightly sarcastic tone made her feel ashamed.

Meng Yingning couldn't tell whether he felt more distressed and worried, or more shame and embarrassment.

If it was a month ago, or even a week ago, she might have snatched the door, quarreled with him in the cold war, and sweared in her 100th time in her heart that she would not pay attention to him anymore.

But now.

"Let me see," Meng Yingning held back her tears, gritted her teeth and looked at him with red eyes, and her voice was low, "Let me see."

Chen Wang's lips hanged down, his hands didn't let go, and he didn't say anything.

The cold look at her made people's heart shrink.

He is really too cold.

Also bad.

Speech is particularly hurtful.

Meng Yingning felt like a thick-skinned woman who was pushed away mercilessly again and again.

She suddenly felt that she might not be able to warm him up for the rest of her life.

It's really hard to like someone.

Why is it so humble and sad to like someone?

She couldn't hold it in her mouth anymore, biting her lips tightly, and bursts of tears that were always in her eyes rolled down.

With a click, warm tears hit the man's chest.

Meng Yingning's eyelashes were hung down in panic, and her body kneeling in front of her collapsed weakly. Her grasped arm was lifted up, and her tears fell quietly and silently: "I hurt..."

She struggled a little by the hand he was holding, and she choked and cried in a low voice: "It hurts, don't pull me..."

Chen Wang paused and ran away his hands like an electric shock.

The little girl's slender wrist was pinched with red marks. Her skin was very white, and several red marks were stamped on it, which looked a bit shocking.

Chen Wang lowered his eyes and looked at it, his lips were pursed straight, and he raised his hand to hold her wrist and pulled it in front of him, his movements were very light.

Meng Yingning shook his hand away, and couldn't help crying in her voice: "I won't ask you again, I won't ask you anything. If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask you anymore. I know you think I'm annoyed, and I think I'm meddling in other people's business. I'm so cheap, but..."

"But you shed so much blood," she rolled down her tears, and closed her eyes like a collapse, repeating vaguely, "So much blood, I'll look at you, I want to see, why are you doing so fiercely..."

The sound is so sad that it makes people feel heart-wrenching.

Chen Wang's throat rolled, his spine tense, his fingers curled up one by one, spread out again, and his knuckles turned white.

After two seconds of silence, Chen Wang closed his eyes, moved his chin slightly, and suddenly raised his hand to pass through her side, hooked her back, and pressed down.

Meng Yingning was kneeling on the edge of the chair on one knee, but was not standing steadily, so she fell into his arms unexpectedly.

Meng Yingning's crying came to an abrupt end.

Chen Wang wrapped one hand around her, raised the other hand and pressed it behind her head, pressed her little head on his shoulder, and said with a helpless voice: "Why are there so many tears going to flow? Are you a little faucet?"

He was hugging her.

Meng Yingning's chin was pressing against his shoulder, tears were hanging on his eyelashes, and he was a little dazed.

He hugged her very gently.

She was crying fiercely just now, and her body was still shaking reflexively. A soft and small ball was huddled in his arms and sobbing. She couldn't stop it. The tears hanging on the tip of her chin rubbed against the piece of his neck, making it feel wet and cold.

Chen Wang thought she was still crying.

He passed his fingers through her soft hair, rubbing her hair lightly, and sighed: "Don't cry anymore, Ningning is obedient."

Meng Yingning's heart trembled when he screamed.

His voice was very heavy, and when he bit out the two words of her name, he was ambiguous and seductive, and he felt indescribable intimacy.

Meng Yingning didn't dare to move, so she let him hold it, and buried his head carefully in his neck.

Chen Wang combed her hair with his fingertips, and his voice was low: "I didn't think you were annoyed, nor did I think you were meddling in other people's business. What are you talking nonsense about that person?"

"You are very fierce," she sucked her nose, her voice cried a little mushy, "I still glared at me, looked at me with that look, and you still pinched me and said that to me."

Meng Yingning became bolder now and whispered to him: "No bastard is as good as your bastard."

Chen Wang laughed: "Are you complaining to me? Who are you suing? Hum?"

Meng Yingning felt that he was so easy to coax. He hugged her, touched her hair, and called her, and she disappeared all her anger and grievance.

It's too boring.

She bit his shoulder as if she was venting anger, not knowing whether she was angry with him or herself.

The muscles are hard and hurting the front teeth.

Meng Yingning became even more angry.

The soft lips were pasted through the fabric of the shirt, and the teeth were not painful or itchy and bit the muscles on the shoulders, and then bit them again.

The scalp is numb, and an evil fire rushes straight into the tailbone along the spine.

Chen Wang's movement of rubbing her hair suddenly stopped.

Meng Yingning felt that something suddenly hit her knee.

She blinked in confusion, rubbed her legs forward, and pressed her knees up, feeling that the thing seemed to be moving.

Chen Wangren froze, "hissed", lifted her and grabbed the person out of his arms, narrowing his eyes: "What are you moving?"

The little girl was picked up by him, her eyes were red in tears, her eyelids were slightly swollen, and tears were still hanging on her eyelashes. She looked at him blankly with wet eyes, her lips slightly opened, and she seemed to have not reacted at all.

Almost ten seconds passed.

Meng Yingning slowly understood what his legs had just touched.

She opened her mouth, closed her mouth, and opened her again, and her little face covered with tears turned red in an instant.

Meng Yingning looked at him in a daze and horror, subconsciously hid backwards.

Chen Wangya is about to bite her.

My little brother doesn’t obey the command, this matter is innate.

What can he do?

Meng Yingning didn't dare to look at him, raised her hand to cover her eyes, and felt that it was too deliberate. Her fingers slid down little by little, and she blushed and was at a loss: "I... sorry, have you hurt me?"

"...Shut up." Chen Wang said in a voice that seemed to squeeze out from his teeth.

Meng Yingning shut up, his legs were slightly wider and slowly, thinking that he had taken back from the chair between his legs without knowing it, stepped onto the ground, and rubbed two steps back and stood in front of him.

Chen Wang: "..."

Meng Yingning didn't dare to look at him, so she just lowered her head, raised her hand, and gently scratched the red chin with the tip of her index finger.

She raised her hand and Chen Wang saw the marks pinched out on her wrist.

It's already a little blue now.

Chen Wang's lips stretched straight, his fingers raised, and he wanted to move, but he held back again.

"Fuck," he whispered a swear word, frowned and looked at the light green marks on her wrist, "Is it made of tofu..."

He didn't dare to exert force at that time, and he still controlled the force.

Meng Yingning was still immersed in his own world and was ashamed of herself, glaring at her eyes: "What tofu?"

"Nothing." Chen Wang said.

Meng Yingning said "oh" and didn't ask down. She looked at him, blinked her eyes twice, raised her hand, and pointed her fingertips at him.

Chen Wang: "What are you doing?"

"Then can I still see it?" Meng Yingning pointed at his open shirt collar and whispered in a low voice, "It's taken off half of it..."

“…”

She was still thinking about this.

Chen Wang sighed in compromise, raised his hand and unbuttoned it.

The man unbuttoned his shirt one by one with one expressionless expression, and his strong chest was exposed bit by bit as he moved. This scene had an indescribable look.

But soon Meng Yingning didn't care about being shy. He didn't untie it all. Halfway through, he stopped, but the open collar faintly showed a little dark red edge.

Meng Yingning walked over with her lips pursed, raised her hand, pinched the collar of his shirt with his fingertips, and pulled it down.

The man's shoulders and spine are exposed.

There was a long wound on his shoulder blade, which was obviously a new wound. He had many needles stitched. The black thread was buried in the bright red flesh. The flesh on the edge seemed to be soaked a little white. The thread end of the wound was stretched open, looking a little torn, and it was turned out in a blur.

The sticky blood oozed out slowly from the wound bit by bit, and the fabric on the shirt was also a bit wet. Because it was black, she didn't see it at all.

Meng Yingning's fingers shook uncontrollably, and her fingertips carefully touched the skin on the edge of his wound, which was hot.

Seeing that her eyes turned red again, Chen Wang felt helpless: "Don't cry again, I really can't coax you."
To be continued...