Chapter 172 Crying and Crying

"Let's eat something." Li Mu came to the bedside, hooked his finger, and a table flew over. Li Mu put the hot steamed bun on the table, and the temperature of the soybean milk was still a little hot.

Yang Xueyi Xianli was suppressed by the things refined by Guan Zhongzi and has not recovered yet. In addition, she cried all night last night, and now she was tired and hungry. The fragrance of steamed buns stimulated her taste fiercely, and some saliva came out of her dry mouth. He swallowed gently, and the saliva swallowed down his throat into his stomach.

Maybe she was hungry, so Yang Xueyi moved to get the steamed buns. However, the quilt slipped and a cool breeze penetrated in, causing a layer of goose bumps all over the body. Only then did she find that she was still** on her body, with only a bra and pink leggings to cover her last shame.

Yang Xueyi curled up in the corner again, holding the quilt tightly and covering her body.

Li Mu sighed and said, "You eat first. I'll buy you a set of clothes." Turning around and leaving, the steamed buns and bean curd brains on the table rose with heat.

By the bedside, Yang Xueyi's torn dress seemed to reproduce last night's scene, and the sound of tearing was still harsh.

Confirming that Li Mu had gone far away, Yang Xueyi moved, and a snow-white arm poked out of the quilt. The other hand held the quilt tightly against his chest, caged his exquisite body.

The temperature of the steamed bun doesn't seem to have dropped much, and it's still a little hot in my hand. Yang Xueyi felt a little warm in her heart, as if a touch of sunshine penetrated the dark and cold cellar.

Maybe it can't drive away the coldness of the cellar, which is also a comfort to the people in the cellar.

Yang Xueyi looked at the steamed bun in her hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, and ate it without caring about the image of a lady. A steamed bun suddenly aroused her wireless appetite, and she didn't care whether the spring light suddenly leaked. She held the steamed bun in one hand and scooped the bean curd brain in the other.

It was slipped down, and a seductive pink appeared, as if the peach blossoms in March just bloomed with a beautiful spring.

Li Mu went downstairs, and Zhong Xing led the way to the best satin shop and chose a light green folded thin shirt for Yang Xueyi. However, after looking for a long time, there was no skirt for sale, so Li Mu had to choose a matching pair of trousers and a long coat.

Yang Xueyi's size has already been printed in Li Mu's mind, and she soon chose the right clothes.

Back to the inn, Yang Xueyi had eaten all the steamed buns, and the tofu in the bowl was also clean. I don't know if she is saving or really hungry.

Putting the clothes by the bed, Li Mu quietly waved a faint fire to burn the torn clothes under the bed. That kind of thing that easily evokes sad memories should not still exist in this world. Seeing the two empty plates on the table, Li Mu finally felt some relief.

"Are you full? I'll buy some for you." Without waiting for Yang Xueyi to answer, Li Mu went out again. I came to the woman and bought ten steamed buns. In order to give Yang Xueyi more time to dress up, Li Mu specially chatted with the woman for a while.

Yang Xueyi put on her clothes and looked at Li Mu from the crack in the window. She wanted to leave without saying goodbye and went to Guan Zhongzi to ask for a clear explanation to solve the confusion in her happiness. She was unwilling that her first love would be like this.

Yang Xueyi has suffered a lot since she was a child. Even in Wanshou Mountain, she was also strictly required. Almost her growth was spent in monotony and pain. Almost all pictures related to happiness are related to the shadow of neutrons.

Why do you do this to yourself? Is it because of a sentence of a person who doesn't want to close?

Li Mu, is he an unrelated person?

Yang Xueyi didn't know that she couldn't face Li Mu, let alone accept Li Mu's concern. She has almost not believed in all the good intentions.

In the half a year down the mountain, her concept and understanding have changed dramatically. It seems that the world in front of us is no longer the world I used to know, and everything has changed.

Gently put down the window, and she stayed after all.

Li Mu came back with steamed buns and saw Yang Xueyi standing by the window with her clothes on. The clothes are very suitable, showing her exquisite figure perfectly. But the haggard face can't be whitewashed, and the tired eyes are endlessly lonely. The messy hair spread out, as if trying to cover her inner sadness.

Li Mu put the steamed buns on the table and said to her, "Woman, come and eat. It's still hot."

Yang Xueyi turned around and looked over, with some hesitation and struggle in her flashing eyes. It seems that he is making some kind of decision to convince himself to completely hate the person in front of him.

"Why are you here?" The sound is very light. It seems that he hasn't spoken for a long time, with some hoarseness.

Is it a question? Still blame.

Li Mu paused and said, "I've always been here."

Li Mu wanted to say that he had always been by your side, but his words changed again. Does it make sense to make such a joke at this time?

I can't see any feelings from the empty eyes.

There is no blame or joy.

"Thank you for saving me." Yang Xueyi didn't have any feelings, and her voice was even a little cold: "Don't think I will change my opinion of you. Next time I see you, I will kill you."

Li Mu came to Yang Xueyi with steamed buns, as if he didn't hear what she had just said. He picked up one and handed it to her and whispered, "Eat it. This time it's a different filling. Try it."

Li Mu's concern reminded Yang Xueyi of her brother Guan Zhongzi's previous concern for herself, and a strange sadness faintly pained in her heart. Yang Xueyi suddenly stretched out her hand and patted off the steamed bun in Li Mu's hand and scolded, "You bastard, I don't need your pity. Get out of here."

Li Mu pushed it casually, and the plate in his hand flew back to the table. He looked at the broken steamed buns on the ground and sighed gently. Li Mu looked at Yang Xueyi pitifully, saw tears in her eyes, and whispered, "I don't pity you, I just don't want to see you sad. You can hate me or kill me, but you can't stop me from caring about you. I didn't want to change your opinion of me, and you can't change my love for you. It's my business to like you. No one can stop you.

The surroundings are very quiet, and the noise on the street seems to disappear in an instant at this moment, and it seems that even the air flow around can be felt.

If a person tells you that he loves you, please believe it. Because no one's heart will lie.

Yang Xueyi looked into Li Mu's eyes, and her shadow reflected in her bright black eyes. The sincere eyes told her the truth of what she had just said.

Yang Xueyi looked at Li Mu in a frenze. She couldn't be cruel. Her heart is blocked, and she doesn't understand why it is so uncomfortable at this moment. It's like Guan Zhongzi hurt himself again, and his beautiful dream was torn apart again.

One drop, two drops, a series of drops, sliding down the already lost face.

Yang Xueyi leaned her back against the wall and sat down slowly. He covered his face with his delicate hands, and the soft choking sound came out through his fingers.

Li Mu doesn't understand that his sincere words will make Yang Xueyi so sad. He also squatted down and gentlydi li her hair. He wanted to comfort the scarred girl, but he didn't know what to say or how to comfort her.

"Don't cry, okay? It's all my fault. You can beat me and scold me. Li Mu said in a daze.

However, the cry is louder.

Li Muyuan thought he was always very helpless, but in the face of Yang Xueyi's sad crying, he was helpless. He didn't know that Yang Xueyi's crying now was completely two kinds of crying.

If there was a blockage last night, now it's completely venting.

Extate the depression in your heart and vent the emotions hidden in your heart. As long as you cry, you will be happy.