"Luo Huan, look up and look at me." He was annoyed by her absent-minded wandering spirit.

"I'm dizzy." She suddenly felt a head that was extremely heavy and her cervical spine could not bear the burden. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't raise her head, as if there was a mountain pressing directly on top of her head.

"What's wrong with you?" Hei Jieming's voice was extremely cold.

But when Luo Huan was frightened, his already thin body was almost curled up.

He finally realized that it was probably because he accidentally revealed that he felt impatient and scared her.

Almost at the moment when he realized this, Hei Jieming's expression immediately changed, his voice softened, and his momentum retracted. Just like in the past, he rubbed her hair lovingly, and then hugged her carefully, "Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore. It must be those bastards who scared you. I'll vent your anger later, okay?"

Luo Huan was really dizzy. Hei Jieming's voice was sometimes far and sometimes approaching. She heard it, but she couldn't immediately react to what he said. There was no expression on his little face, which was completely blood-colored, and he obediently pressed against his chest, not daring to move or reply to a word.

Hei Jieming's voice added a little aggrieved, "It's not that it's because I'm the Lord of the Flame, you just want to go back on your word and not marry me." He grabbed her little hand, raised it, and shook it in front of her. "I've put the ring on, I will never promise you to take it off again. Who told you not to inquire in advance? Now, it's too late to regret it. I'll avoid the idea of ​​remorse. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

He wasn't scaring her!

He will be very, very 'you're welcome'.

Luo Huan shook his head hard again, and didn't say anything. He didn't know if he wouldn't regret the marriage, or he wouldn't regret agreeing to marry him.

"Huanhuan, don't do this, it's so scary, I'm scared." He had no choice but to continue to rub the long hair that was smoother than brocade. In the blink of an eye, the neatly combed long hair turned into an explosive style, flying around.

After waiting for a long time, I still only wrote three words, "I'm dizzy."

"What should I do? I'll take you back to your room and lie down for a while?" Hei Jieming's mouth trembled.

"I'll go back by myself, you go and fight with me......Young Master..."

"What is Young Master Zhan? Call him Zhan Tianya? He is my younger brother!" Hei Jieming interrupted unhappily. He found that Luo Huan had a heartfelt fear of the Zhan family.

No, you can't wait for this matter, you must check it out as soon as possible.

He didn't have the patience to wait for the little head that had been in trouble for a lot of time to turn around the tendon by himself.

Luo Huan sniffed, "You go and accompany your brother, I'll go back to the room by myself."

After saying that, he still buried his head and left staggeringly.

Hei Jieming followed behind him depressedly and sent him back to her bedroom. Seeing her falling on the big bed like drunk, covering her head with a quilt, then she remained motionless and began to feel gloomy.

He knew what Luo Huan's personality was like.

Ordinary trivial matters will never make her so irritable.

But she seemed to have lost her soul. He asked another question, and he was afraid he would cry.

He didn't want to see her cry, so he could only do this for the time being.

He closed the door and called Xiao Aniu to guard the door.
Chapter completed!