The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

People who have tasted the warmth and coldness do not need occasional sympathy and compassion, nor will they be unforgettable enough to repay with their whole life just because of one rescue.

It is difficult to pry open a heart that is as cold as jade.

But he already had her in his heart, and her mark was engraved in his soul. From the moment he saw her, he had already opened his heart to her, and all his vigilance and defense had disappeared.

He even wished he could stay a few more years in Da-liang, albeit as a lowly proton.

The inequality caused by his identity inevitably made him sensitive and inferior, and he consciously wanted to strengthen himself.

He knew that with her around, the palace servants would not dare to be disrespectful to him, but it was obvious what he would think in private.

Just a low-key proton who is lucky enough to be valued by the princess and may be discarded at any time.

A dispensable accessory of the eldest princess.

He wouldn’t be angry because of it. If it was just an accessory, it would really make him unhappy, but putting the name of the eldest princess in front of it has a different meaning.

The inferiority complex in front of her was nothing compared to being able to get along with her and getting her care.

He didn’t want to avoid her and push her away for this inexplicable self-esteem, even if he was looked down upon or described as incompetent, it was just someone else’s opinion, he only needed to care about her opinion.

He thought he would spend a long time with her, but after two years, she was sent back to Daqi.

No matter how he begged, no matter how hard he struggled, it couldn’t match her cold determination.

The young boy’s feathered eyelashes were stained with crystal water droplets, his eyes were reddish, his voice choked and pleading, he wanted to stay, no matter what, he wanted to stay by her side.

Maybe it was a kind of protection, but for him, who was stubborn and gloomy, it was an abandonment.

He returned to Daqi with a deep sense of unwillingness and powerlessness.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s dangerous or difficult, as long as she can stay by her side, at least, you don’t need to spend the numb and tired days and nights alone.

He thought to himself that because he was incapable, he could only be protected by her as a weakling and could only be forced to leave.

So he fought desperately to find a way to find her as soon as possible. During this period, the longing in his heart almost engulfed him. He could only recall in his mind how she looked when they got along with her, including her words and deeds, including With some crappy little habits, and his always cold and calm look, in the past six years, he has become what she used to be.

Just like this, he can get a little closer to her.

He finally returned to Daliang, but what he waited for was that the servants of the princess’s mansion prevented him from contacting her, what he waited for was that she ignored herself for Luo Heng, and what she waited for was that she was troubled by her own mind, which was even more profound for the young man. of pain.

It’s not that those dark thoughts haven’t been moved, but they have always been firmly suppressed by him.

Kissing and hugging were supposed to make people happy and shy, but her cold and indifferent appearance, like a basin of cold water poured down, made him even more at a loss, his heart fell into an icy cold spring, and he fell into a deeper torture.

If he really ignores her wishes, cuts off her wings, restrains her space, and gets a look that she may be disgusted or indifferent to, it will only make him more painful.

That would be pointless.

There was no response to kissing her that night, and the boy returned to the room, like a wounded beast, licking the wound alone.

The boy looked at the moon outside the window, his long and narrow eyes were slightly soft, and his voice was soft, “It’s okay, I can wait.”

“How long to wait.”

He will definitely wait.

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