Only nausea, which spreads from the stomach to the throat tube.
It felt like a hungry man who dug out a discarded overnight cake box from the trash can, but it was filled with dirty cockroaches.
She was physiologically queasy, and a tear overflowed from the corner of her eye…
However, the footsteps behind him stopped.
For her questioning, the other party did not answer, has been silent, now Su Cen’s embarrassment, just like looking at a buffoon.
Su Cen felt something suddenly pouring into her mouth, and her eyes were no longer universe, but suddenly there was a trace of clarity. In hindsight, she reacted, and the blood in her mouth turned out to be that she bit her lip.
Does this mean she can move?
Su Cen curled up with his fingers, finally tried his best to control his body, and turned around, only to find that the man standing behind him had come to the piano.
Also only left her a back.
But this figure is not quite like the thin figure sitting on the sofa just now, but slender and tall.
She watched each other’s fingers swirling, slender fingers with distinct joints, as if born for piano, and classical and mysterious music slowly flowed from his fingertips.
Shuer, Su Cen walked past like a magic.
Her eyes suddenly seemed to be full of urgent hope. Even if she caught a lifeline, a tear in her eyes had not yet fallen, and it was contained in her eyes, which was pitiful and helpless.
In the fog, she felt that she grabbed each other’s shoulders very urgently and whispered: “I don’t want to stay here, Aaron Anderson… you take me out and take me away…”
The person who is playing the piano is still and unresponsive.
The more eager Su Cen’s tone was: “Aaron Anderson! Did you hear me or not? I don’t want to stay here, take me out quickly!”
She didn’t want to stay in this dark and strange room. Everything around her made her feel difficult to breathe and even sick…
At this moment, an unmoved person suddenly turned his head, and Su Cen breathed a sigh of relief. After all, this face in front of him is indeed Aaron Anderson’s face.
Fine black hair scattered, long and narrow cold eyes, perfect facial features, handsome face like carving, and even a small mole under the bridge of the nose are all very real.
Su Cen is like grasping a lifeline, shaking his head desperately and grasping each other’s arms: “I don’t want to stay here, I want to go out…”
“Out?” Aaron Anderson cocked his head, unknown so, stopped his finger movements, looked Su Cen up and down, and expressed his satisfaction with her shaking and grasping her appearance. “Isn’t it good here? Why do you want to go out? Or don’t you like the song I just played for you?”
Su Cen looked at Aaron Anderson like a stranger.
“No, you’re not Aaron Anderson.”
She suddenly loosened her grip on each other’s sleeves and shook her head very calmly, although her eyes were red and she looked extremely pitiful.
However, she knew that the “Aaron Anderson” in front of her was definitely not the Aaron Anderson she knew, and Su Cen’s heart beat faster: “… who are you?”
“The man with whom you got your marriage certificate.”
“Aaron Anderson” smiled deeply and warmly, completely ignoring Su Cen’s resistance, took people in his arms and sat down on his legs. “It’s just that you can leave if you want.”