—he wanted to say these things to the protagonist when he was a reader.

Jin Zhao looked at him blankly, his eyes were red, and he couldn't believe what he heard was true. Jin Zhao completely thought that he was dreaming, his breathing was terribly short, and he grabbed Rong Wan's fingers even harder, until it was painfully stretched. But he didn't dare to let go.

Every word the general said seemed to burn on his soul.

No one ever said these things to him—

No, no one, nothing in the world can compare to a general.

When he finally understood the general's first sentence, the general's second sentence caught him off guard, like a rain of sugar sprinkled in the sky. With so much on him, he felt so extravagant that he didn't dare to pick it up.

He was reluctant to let go of every sentence, clutching at his heart as if he had stolen some treasure. But the general gave him so much that he hadn't gotten since he was born, and gave him all of it at once. He was so happy that he was going crazy, but he was afraid that he was really just dreaming and would fall back in the next second.

- He killed a lot of people, he cursed fate, cursed everyone, and even cursed himself because he was a monster.

— but the general told him that it was not his fault.

Jin Zhao's nose is sore, and he has never had such a sore nose since he was born. There is no one around him who can share the pain, so he also blocks these feelings. But at this moment, his eyes and nose are sore.

He's like someone who's used to living in the gutter. He's used to other people dumping garbage there and stepping on their shoes. But suddenly someone picked it up and put it in a clean, bright place. How is this possible? Why are you being so nice to him—? He only felt that he suddenly reached the top of the cloud, and his heart was suddenly suspended in fear, but more of it was the ecstasy of blood rushing to the top of the scalp.

He did something wrong, and he had dark thoughts of wanting to kill the general's side. He thought the general would hate him, he thought the general would not want him.

But none.

He can still stay with the general.

……That's great.

Torrential rain.

Jin Zhao's eyes were red, his eyes fell softly on Rong Wan, and the volcanic dead eyes finally came alive. He was willing to give everything for this person, and he was willing to die. Suddenly thinking of something, he slowly raised his other hand, something transparent condensed on his fingertips, and immediately, something as thin as a cicada's wings appeared on top of their heads——

The rain fell on it, silently, bounced off, and fell to the ground. No more pouring rain passed under the useless black umbrella and landed on Rong Wan.

Strong mental strength.

Rong Wan realized once again that he rubbed the corner of the protagonist's eye with his thumb, clasped one of the protagonist's wrist, pulled him up from the ground, and said in a low voice, "Follow me back."

Jin Zhao's ears trembled again because of these four words, and he nodded slowly. The two passed through the pitch-black rain curtain. Jin Zhao had not been able to recover from the shock and ecstasy. His eyes were glowing with water, and every step he took was like stepping on an unreal cloud. The scorching aura that belonged to the general continued to come from his wrists, which made the crazy and twisted love in his heart even more. He suddenly remembered something, and his eyes suddenly dimmed a little.

"But you're getting married."

Rong Wan's footsteps paused.

Jin Zhao was also stunned for a moment, and found that he actually said the sentence that he wanted to say the most in his heart, in such a ridiculous voice. He suddenly looked up at the general in a hurry. He didn't find any impatience on the general's face, so he calmed down a little. What he really wanted to ask was, but when you are getting married, can I still stay by your side.

Then he heard the general's voice, a sentence that seemed like a life-saver to him.

"...Who said I would really marry him?" The general looked at him and said firmly, "I won't."

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System: "Host, the target character's healing value has increased by 30, and is currently 60."

The author has something to say: Please watch next: How will the little charming wife be sticky after coaxing her (mistakenly)

I feel that can't find hand feeling a bit. The writing wrote recently is not as good as before. Oh god, why! Kneel down!

Then, this civilization entered V, and hope Daga can continue to support it. As usual, tomorrow will update 10,000 words before 10:30 in the morning. Send 300 red envelopes tomorrow (if there are no 300 comments, everyone will give some face as if you didn't see this sentence hahaha, cover your face)

Between 100,000 and 150,000 words in each world. In the first world, there are still tens of thousands of words to write until Jin Zhao eats the general. Then the next world copywriting was written, the order of the world was changed, and planned to write about the poor campus, maybe a little bit more detailed, hoping to write something different from the first world.

The most important thing is, please Da Ga bookmark my column - I really want to make this line bold, but after looking at the code, Ben cute stretched his legs and almost fainted.

Chapter 19

Rong Wan took the protagonist back to his room. He was not in the rain, and his body was dry and dry, but the protagonist was like a chicken in soup, with a blood-stained shirt attached to his chest, and his short black hair kept dripping with water. Before entering his room, Jin Zhao hesitated for a moment, looked down at the dirt he was stepping on the carpet, and felt a little uneasy.

But Rongwan didn't care at all, "Come in, don't stand still." He pulled him straight into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water.

The room where the protagonist lived was not installed with a bathtub because no one lived in it before. It was late in the middle of the night, and it was not easy to ask the servants to clean up other rooms, so he washed it in his room.

Jin Zhao sat down against the edge of the bathtub, and through the sweltering heat, watching the general test the water temperature with his hands, he still felt like he was in a dream. Why are you so nice to him, why are you still being so nice to him after seeing his dark side? The joy in his heart trembled, so that his blood was still rushing very fast until now.