Chapter 202 (1/2)

Driving, Feng Yimo steps on the accelerator all the way back to Baimo garden.

Take Rino back to the bed, turn around, take the medicine box, dip in the hot towel again, return to the bed, but see her again is the same posture in the detention room, the whole person curled up like a hedgehog. Raising her hand, she just lifted the hair falling in front of her eyes, and another red look came -

for the first time, she felt a strong ferocity on a woman, like a sharp and incomparable sword, with sharp edges scattered from her bones. Inexplicably, his heart quivered and his hands stopped in the air:

”don't be afraid, I just I want to wipe your face! ”

As he said this, Feng Yimo's movements were delayed. He was afraid to frighten her. He approached her a little bit and tested her. He wiped her dirty little face lightly. Then, the red and swollen cheek on one side and the bruise on the corner of her lips were reflected. In a moment, Feng Yimo's hand behind her head was tightly clenched into a fist, which made her faint and blue.

Take the comb and comb her hair for her. It's only when it's closed to the desert that she feels frightened. From the sight of her, she almost maintains such a curled up posture, not moving or talking, her eyes are either listless or just like that, ferociously trying to fight with others.

He felt that there was something wrong with her. Slowly, he stroked her cheek: ”Xiaoli, look at me, do you know me? Talk to me, will you? ”

As soon as his voice fell, Rino shook her head away from his grip, curled up and went back. Her eyes were blank, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Her knees were still shrinking in. A wide men's suit almost submerged her whole body!

She's not going to freak out, is she?

Heart, suddenly flustered up.

Just want to say something, inadvertently saw her curled up feet, pantyhose or broken on the body, got up, Feng Yimo turned around to take the pajamas first, and also carried the medicine box.

But when his hand touched the suit, Rino's fierce eyes glared again, and his lips began to hiss again. At the same time, his small hand held the suit tightly.

That's how it feels. She's not in general. If she is not close to her, she will be quiet as if she does not exist. As long as she is close to her, no matter what she does, her reaction will be like a wounded animal seeing the enemy. In an instant, it will be a tense state of fighting. Her eyes seem to be distracted, and her reaction, like - habitual conditioned reflex!

Isn't she frightened? She's been through too much of this? Instinctively self-protection?

Suddenly, Feng Yimo was shocked.

Yes, today's scene, for ordinary women, not long ago cry into tears? Why is she so calm? That shocking moment, even when he looked at it, he was afraid of trembling. It was not a turbulent time. How could she -?

Sitting down, Feng Yimo held her tightly in his arms: ”little pear?”

Next time, he stroked her hair. This time, instead of forcibly pulling her clothes, Feng Yimo slowed down her voice and tried to pull her back from her lost dream:

”we're home! Your clothes are dirty. You need to change them Ap Jie Lop! I'll change it for you and clean up the wound, OK? I will not hurt you... ”

Every time she said that, Feng Yimo paid attention to her reaction, and then tested it. Finally, she took off her suit, helped her take off her coat and put on her nightgown.

Looking at her white arm and neck, there were many pinching marks, and some wounds that seemed to be beaten by a whip. The blood was stained, and they began to dry up. Suddenly, he thought that when he went in, the man was pressing on her, holding the belt in his hand, and the deep eyes suddenly filled with sinister storms:

the beast!