The Love Book

“Who’s to blame?” The woman raised her face to look at him, her eyes cool, “If you had been nicer to me before, would I be so upset now?”

Under the warm light, the woman deviated half of her small face, the luster of tears shining under her slender eyelashes, like she was aggrieved.

The man’s heart instantly softened, pulled the quilt to wrap her whole into his arms, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her forehead, hoarse voice, “sorry, it’s my bad.”

She also did not make a sound, but the look still I see, eyes are still staring at the reader, biting his lips not to pay attention to him.

Kemp Ross really can’t do anything about her tears.

Especially since pregnant women are emotionally sensitive, she can be moved to tears when watching a literary film with her.

He now really wants to kick Nancy MO out of some room across the street.

He kept kissing her face and coaxing her gently, “Phoebe, let’s stop watching, it’s late, go to sleep?”

Who knows Phoebe Barnes looked at the suddenly black screen reader and wrinkled her brow, “Don’t sleep, I’m watching it, who told you to turn it off?”

“…”

The man looked at her small face, half a long time, low mute said: “Then I will accompany you to watch a movie, watch the end of our sleep, hmm?”

It seems that we can only let her out of the memory of the book just now, otherwise this woman will probably not even sleep tonight.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Phoebe Barnes sat up and pushed him away, opened the reader to continue reading, and said with little emotion, “If you want to sleep, you go to sleep first, do not disturb me.”

“…”

The man’s face darkened, his voice a little deep, “Phoebe Barnes!”

Phoebe Barnes tugged the quilt and moved to the side of the bed, tilted her head and gave him a sidelong glance, as if she didn’t see his gradually cold face, pulled open her lips and said with a smile: “The authorities are confused, the observer is clear, I’m reflecting on my past, to see how stupid I used to be, since you don’t want to see I didn’t pull you to accompany me to see, too harsh light, you can go next door sleep.”

Kemp Ross, “…”

Is this woman going to get on his bad side again tonight?

He stared at her expressionlessly, but his tone was slightly aggravated, “Are you really going to be angry with me over a broken book?”

“Broken book?” The woman’s eyes gradually condensed, her body leaning against the bed, looking at him without expression, “This is all the memories of the two of us over the years, you mean you’re planning to deny all the shit you did to me in the past?”

Without waiting for the man’s answer, she bit her lip and sneered, “Sure enough, men are all one virtue, plucking and hanging without mercy, turning around and forgetting what they’ve done.”

Kemp Ross, “…”

The man’s face veins fiercely twitch knit a few times, feel the head is going to be big.

This woman rehashed old things, he really was saying what was wrong and not talking she was probably going to be even more angry.

“Phoebe, the past is all my fault, don’t be angry, I’ll watch with you, huh?” He reached over and wanted to take her into his arms again for a kiss.

But the woman did not eat his set, a small hand raised and pointed to the door, no emotion said: “You, go out.”

“…”

“Phoebe …”

Phoebe Barnes didn’t even look at him, “Go sleep next door tonight, I don’t want to argue with you.”

“…”

Kemp Ross could not cry, he was in the middle of a gunfight?

I can’t scold or coax.

He sat next to her for a while, afraid of angering her again, or got up, walked around the end of the bed to her side, leaned down and kissed her face when she wasn’t looking, said in a low, dumb, helpless voice: “Go to bed early, don’t stay up late.”