She knew that she had to think clearly.

This is definitely not a simple question, and she cannot give a simple answer.

At that time, what was she talking about?

Consciousness is floating away, darkness is devouring her, ear, who is crying out for her in pain?

Oh, she remembered.

She said she wanted him.

How bold.

At that time, she dared to say anything.

She clearly saw the surprise at the bottom of his eyes, but there was something indescribable, unclear and similar to joy.

It was just a flash, and she couldn‘t catch it.

When the cigarette went out, he walked up to her, bent over and curled her eyes. "Woman, you are very bold."

If, if you go back, go back to that time.

This is not what she said. Will they have a future?

*

Rowan picked Claudia up and took her out of the third floor bedroom.

He knew that she was still awake.

He only wanted her once.

The door closes.

His voice rang in his ears, not a harsh voice but a warning： "Don‘t enter this room again, understand?"

Without hearing her answer, he just stood at the door.

He‘s tough enough.

Claudia opened his eyes and burst into laughter.

She has always known that she is far from Mr. Rowan‘s opponent than ruthless.

Jumping from his arms and her legs softened, she managed to hold on to the wall to stand firm.

To go, the wrist was grasped.

Rowan stubbornly asked her for an answer.

Claudia sneered and turned to his face. "Good."

Only then did he release his hand and watch her move slowly and walk up the stairs with her legs between her legs in an extremely awkward posture.

As soon as she was lighter, Rowan picked her up again.

Although it only took one time, he made a vicious effort and hurt her.

It‘s not a melodramatic time to let her really walk back by herself. I really don‘t know how long it will take.

If the initiator can atone for a little, let him atone for it.

Rowan took Claudia back to the bedroom, kicked the door and put her on the bed.

As soon as her body touched the bed, she immediately pulled the quilt and wrapped herself in a tight posture of resistance.

He stood by the bed, sighed and went to get the medicine cabinet.

Sit down and carry her to her leg with her.

"What?" Claudia bit his lip and smiled coldly. "Haven‘t Mr. Rowan had enough?"

She put up a defensive thorn, obviously disheartened by him just now.

Rowan did not speak and tore the quilt apart.

Lift her skirt and examine her injuries.

The ointment is cold and applied to the skin.

Claudia shrank for a moment and could not help but make a slight, cub－like cry of pain.

The sound made Rowan‘s heart seem to be tightly gripped.

"Pain?"

"It doesn‘t hurt."

"No pain?"

"I can‘t compare it with love."

"Heart?" With a smile, he squeezed her lower jaw. "Do you have a heart?"

"No." She dodged his hand and rolled back to the pillow. "Sorry, I forgot I didn‘t have a heart. You have a heart, Rowan, only you have a heart, okay?"

She doesn‘t know anything.

If you really understand, you won‘t...

Silently packed up the medicine cabinet, Rowan opened the door and went out.

At this time, Claudia did not care where he would go.

Wherever he goes.

She is too tired.

She needs a rest.

*

When Wen Jing received the call from Claudia, he had just got off the plane and had to make a transfer before he could reach Country M.

I got through. There was no sound from there for half a day.

Taking the mobile phone to my eyes and making sure it was not disconnected, Wen Jing asked doubtfully, "Are you there?"

"... hmm."

Listen to this voice, so low, there must be something.

"You, you that," she asked tentatively, softly, after serious thought, "did my brother hit you?"

Claudia didn‘t hold on and burst out laughing.

Wen Jing heard her laughter and breathed a sigh of relief. "It‘s good not to have it, it‘s good not to have it. I thought, no, my brother can‘t have domestic violence."

"You have enough imagination." Claudia said, his tone became lower again. "Your brother didn‘t hit me, but it was more serious than this."