Drifting Towards You

Before Li Xiaoxiao looked up, he heard a deep voice: "I've got a lot of skills."

Suddenly, Li Xiaoxiao looked up.

As a result, he saw Simocheng standing in front of her, his face sinking slightly.

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned: "You... why are you... here."

Si Mocheng's thin lips pressed lightly, without answering, he said solemnly: "Follow me back."

At the end of the conversation, he looked at her small face like a flower cat, and walked away.

Li Xiaoxiao sat on the bench blankly, forgetting to react, and was arrested for lying and fighting, but this was... embarrassing!

After regaining consciousness, she hurriedly followed.

It's just that the pace has been slow, walking behind him not far or near, as if he was afraid that he could not help strangling her.

Until he got into the car, the driver saw Li Xiaoxiao's little face, and he was also stunned.

I wanted to say something, but seeing that Si Mocheng's expression was not good, he silently swallowed the words from his lips.

After getting into the car, Li Xiaoxiao obediently hid in a corner of the car, not knowing if it was because of a guilty conscience, he always felt that his face was gloomy and terrifying.

Fortunately, he was never a person who lost his temper, he was safe all the way, and the car was quiet and weird.

Until more than half an hour later, the car stopped in the Sifu compound.

After getting off the car, Si Mocheng opened the door for her and looked at her coldly.

Li Xiaoxiao slowly jumped out of the car, and as soon as he landed on his feet, he carried him upstairs.

Li Xiaoxiao thought he must be angry.

But because of the nonsense news?

Or is it because she lied?

Is it because she was fighting?

Well, every one seems to be worthy of anger.

Si Mocheng carried her back to the bedroom all the way, and threw the person directly beside the bed.

Sitting down on the bed, Li Xiaoxiao looked at him pitifully, and said in a pitiful voice, "I hurt..."

A look at her small face, Si Mocheng's complexion was even more ugly, and he said quietly, "I've got a lot of skills, Li Xiaoxiao, huh?"

Li Xiaoxiao smiled dryly and didn't speak, the corners of her lips were sore that she grinned slightly.

After all, he felt sorry for her, and turned to bring the medicine box with a calm face.

Li Xiaoxiao felt that their medicine chest had been used very frequently recently.

Si Mocheng didn't say a word, and stood beside her to sterilize the wound with a cotton swab.

The cotton swab was pressed on the bruise wound, and Li Xiaoxiao let out a'hiss', and took a cold breath, his eyes were sore and misty.

How much hatred does this man have?

"Know that it hurts?"

"Of course it hurts..."

"Why don't you know that it hurts during a fight?" Si Mocheng said in a deep voice, his words were not polite, but the strength in his hands was still a lot lighter.

Li Xiaoxiao didn't explain, but obediently let him give himself medicine.

Simocheng sneered while putting medicine on her: "I'll fight, I know I lied, huh?"

Li Xiaoxiao had a guilty heart, and explained in a low voice: "I'm just an accident."

She didn't say, he could guess why she was fighting.

But no matter what the reason, when he saw her little face, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, leaving only distress and anger.

"Unexpected? Unexpectedly, didn't even return home after the fight?" Simocheng asked with a sneer.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at him pitifully and stopped talking.

Until the wound on his face was treated, Si Mocheng spoke again: "My clothes are taken off."

Li Xiaoxiao:...

What is this called?

This is called a causal cycle, retribution is unhappy.

She forced him to take off his clothes only two days ago, and that's the other way around today.

But can men and women be the same?

Li Xiaoxiao was a little tangled.

The gaze above his head is getting colder and colder, as if a cone of ice is hanging there.