His Royal Highness The Best Love

[69 Book Bar - www.] Lin Xiwu looked at Yi Yuye and said, "Yes, I hate you, I don't want you anymore."

As he spoke, tears flowed out again, and he was so heartbroken. He obviously didn't want to say anything, but why did he say everything out loud when he was so stubborn?

It's not that she doesn't want him, she wants him to be here all the time! However, those words are what she said.

Yi Yuye stared at Lin Xiwu closely, didn't he just kiss her? He would be upset when he heard her cry, so he used that method to stop her from crying. What did he do wrong? It was obviously

Is she thinking about it herself?

Now why do you hate him? Damn it, Lin Xiwu actually told him that she hates him. Does she hate him that much? Does she hate being kissed by him that much?

He let go of Lin Xiwu's hand, his eyes were frozen with the same coldness as before, and he nodded and said, "Okay, I'm leaving! It's fucking wrong for me to be nervous when I see your tears."

After saying that, he walked out of the kitchen, and then heard the sound of the door closing, blocking the budding relationship between the two.

"I don't really want you to leave!" Lin Xiwu's voice was hoarse.

Lin Xiwu finally knelt down, buried her head in her arms, and started crying.

The voice gradually became quieter, Lin Xiwu stood up, felt dizzy, held on to the wall, walked to the living room and stood in front of the window, looking at the small garden outside.

It is still snowing outside, and the small garden is covered in white snow and silver. The chairs and tables where Luo Yuxuan often sits are already covered with snow.

Luo Yuxuan hasn't come back yet, and Lin Xiwu is a little worried. It's still snowing, and he went out without a coat or even an umbrella. Where will he go?

Lin Xiwu turned around and looked at the living room, the sofa where Luo Yuxuan often sat. She still remembered that they were watching TV together on the sofa, discussing the male guests and female guests on the TV. She also said that she wanted him to go on a blind date.

She still remembers that she made delicious chocolate-covered strawberries, shared them with him, and then played around together. She also remembered that Bai Momo had just

When she left, she was a little unaccustomed and felt unhappy, so he sat quietly on the sofa and said two simple words: Stay with you. She still remembered the trash can, in which a bird he bought had been thrown away.

The snake oil was given to her, but she didn't ask for it at the time, and then he threw it into the trash can angrily. That was the first time he started to be nice to her.

Just a sofa reminded Lin Xiwu of so many memories. Lin Xiwu wiped her tears.

Then I remembered what Yi Yuye said before leaving.

It's just fucking wrong for me to get nervous when I see your tears.

Lin Xiwu thought, was he nervous about her? So he used that method to stop her from crying? But she hated it!

Forget it, I said it myself, don’t think about it anymore, why are you always worried about him? He is not a child anymore, he knows how to take care of himself, and she is not his girlfriend who worries about this and that.

The house was eerily quiet, and she could only hear the sound of falling snow outside. Lin Xiwu turned on the TV, turned up the volume, and tried to make the house as lively as possible.

So, I walked into the kitchen and started chopping vegetables. As I was chopping, I accidentally cut my hand, and blood suddenly poured out from the tip of my middle finger.

Lin Xiwu stared blankly, and then remembered that when she cut her hand, he blew on the wound and gently helped her apply Spongebob's bandage.

Lin Xiwu's eyes became hazy again. Why was he everywhere?

Her finger hurt so much that Lin Xiwu hurriedly went to the living room to find the medicine box, took out SpongeBob's OK bandage, wiped off the blood with a cotton swab, and carefully applied the OK bandage.

She remembered that she proudly said to Luo Yuxuan: It looks good. Luo Yuxuan said: Childish, only little girls like that.

I was no longer in the mood to cook, and had no appetite at all, so I looked out the snowy window.