The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

Just at this time, the bedroom door opened, and Xu Tianming came in with the medicine box. When he saw Di Xingchen standing up, he pointed at him with rounded eyes, and said sternly, Sit back, sit back obediently!

No, I'm going to find An'an, she needs me now!

As Di Xingchen spoke, he raised his legs and prepared to get out of the bathtub.

Come out and give it a try. Do you still want to suppress the cold poison, and go to accompany your little wife to participate in some kind of Laoshizi couple's game during the Lantern Festival?

Xu Tianming tried to threat, but Di Xingchen kept moving, and he didn't have time to take a shower, so he just dried himself, put on his clothes, and went out, leaving Xu Tianming standing alone in the bedroom, blowing his beard and staring.

This uneasy patient!

Di Xingchen drove back to the emperor's residence, and a drifter parked the car at the gate, and rushed into the living room, which was completely dark.

He hurried up to the second floor and pushed open the bedroom door. The moment he saw Xia Wei'an, his heart sank slowly back to the original place.

Xia Wei'an just came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white bath towel, showing a lot of spring light, her hair was wet behind her back, her cheeks were slightly red.

She was a little sad when she was eliminated, but she thought about it on the way back. She participated in this competition on a whim, and she didn't think about winning the championship. With the mentality that the process is more important than the result, she The unhappiness dissipated a lot, and she took a comfortable hot bath after returning, and she completely forgot about this unpleasant thing.

But who would have thought that the door behind her was suddenly opened, and she turned her head in shock, thinking it was a daring thief who was just about to copy the ornaments on the table and hit him on the head, but she saw clearly that the person who came was Di Xingchen, and the whole The person immediately freezes in place as if being acupunctured.

His chest was heaving, he was panting heavily, and there was concern in his eyes.

Xia Wei'an pursed his mouth, and his grievance welled up in his heart, and he turned his back to look at him in a fit of anger.

An'an.

Di Xingchen called her tentatively in a low voice, but she ignored him, feeling even more aggrieved, and even her eyes were a little moist.

Di Xingchen took a deep breath, calmed down his breath, closed the door, and slowly walked up to her.

The girl in front of him lowered his head slightly and didn't speak. He could feel a small, sad breath emanating from her body. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hands and gently held her thin shoulders. It was a bit cold, although the air conditioner was turned on in the bedroom, but he was still afraid that she would be cold, so he hurriedly took a small blanket and put it on her shoulders.

An'an...

How did you come?

Di Xingchen was not very good at comforting people, so he finally mustered up the courage to speak, but was interrupted by Xia Wei'an.

He had a thousand words to say, but he didn't know how to say them, and finally he just said, I think you need me now.

When Xia Wei'an heard this, her moist eye sockets couldn't help getting wetter. She looked up at Di Xingchen, and two lines of tears just fell silently.

Di Xingchen's heart felt like being hit by a heavy hammer!

At this moment, he felt flustered like never before. Looking at Xia Wei'an's tears, he was heartbroken, but at a loss what to do.

After a while, I stretched out my hand to gently wipe away her tears with the pulp of my thumb, and said in the most gentle tone of my life: An'an, don't cry, it's just a singing competition. If you like it, I will...

Hearing what he said, Xia Wei'an was so angry that she pouted, and suddenly turned her back to him again!