Vol 4 Chapter 530: Anthony and Little Seven 8-confession

After all, it’s not his own home. Anthony didn’t know where to put the medicine box. He had to go upstairs to disturb Mrs. Chur and Mr. Chur. The old man went to sleep, and soon woke up, gave him the medicine box and told him which ones were fever-free waist.
Anthony was very grateful to the two old men, and even said sorry, Mrs. Chur signaled him not to feel guilty. She wanted to go down to see eleven. Anthony gave them more rest. Don’t worry about her, he will take care of it.
Mrs. Chur nodded. He hurried down the stairs and quickly delivered the medicine to Eleven's mouth.
"Pour me a glass of water." Eleven fainted, Anthony suddenly realized, and hurried out to pour water to her in the kitchen. Eleven looked at his flustered back and smiled and shook his head.
It was just a minor illness, and there was nothing to worry about. His reaction was too much, and he felt like he had an incurable disease. Should I be so exaggerated, but this feeling of being concerned is very good.
Anthony poured water and quickly returned to the room, helping her to keep the water cooler. She sat up at eleven, her body was sore, and she felt tired after moving. She took the pill and took it again. Water, she wanted to lie down and continue to rest, but the line of sight beside her was too hot, she could not ignore it.
Eleven said, "Anthony, it's late. It should be fine if I take the medicine. You can go back to your room and rest."
"Wait for you to fall asleep, I will go again." Anthony looked at her sick face, and she was very reluctant, wishing that the disease was on herself and not letting her suffer. Fortunately, he woke up, if he didn't wake up, Is she going to endure tomorrow.
Anthony was a little angry suddenly, angry at her concealment, and she was a little uncomfortable watching a few TV shows at night. She was not concentrated. When she returned to the room, her footsteps were even heavier. He thought it was only temporarily uncomfortable.
"I'm okay." Eleven smiled. She was tired and wanted to rest. She didn't want to argue with him too much. Orphans and wives. She and he were not familiar with him. How could you let him be in her room.
Especially when she is sick.
"Who said it's okay." Anthony's voice was a little annoyed, reaching for her forehead, the temperature was still terribly high, he hurriedly lay down on the eleventh, pulled the quilt and wrapped her tightly, "you Sleep, I'm here to guard you, what do you call me?"
"Anthony, you..." Eleven looked helplessly at the men who pressed tightly on both ends of the quilt, trying to find a hint of joking on his face, but it didn't.
I can't help but feel a little angry and complicated...
Why is he so good to himself? He and she had never lived in her life. He seemed to be too good for her. It doesn't look like his style. Has he forgotten what he said? His lover is gone, and his life and death are unknown. Why did he care so much about her?
Her mind was a little messy, she was sick, she was too lazy to think about something, and wanted to sleep, but she was watching next to him, how she could sleep, "Anthony, you are uncomfortable with me, you go back to your room to rest, I really It's okay."
"Why don't you be comfortable, are you afraid that I'm trying to misbehave?" Anthony's voice was faint, his sky blue eyes under the dim light, obscure, his fists clenched unconsciously.
Eleven also grimaced, staring straight at him, Anthony panicked, leaned down, and said softly, "Seven, sorry, I shouldn't be loud to you, you're sick, I'm worried, I want to take care of you. I’m here in time for anything. If you don’t like it, I’ll go when you fall asleep, OK?"
"You are really stubborn." Eleven looked at the face close to him, gently put his face away, and did not look at his eyes. The concentration and seriousness in his eyes, she did not dare to judge the truth.
Anthony smiled softly, reached out to smooth the messy hair in her ears, and whispered, "Little Seven."
The eleventh heartbeat suddenly beat a few beats, and the body seemed to be injected with a strong electricity. The body could not control this rushing strong electricity and could only bear it passively.
Xiaoqiguai...
The light in the room was dim, and the lonely man and the widow, one was lying down, the other was sitting by the bed, leaning over to look at her, and said softly that the little seven obediently, the atmosphere rose up and filled the room.
When his gorgeous baritone lowered, his voice was extremely moving, like a whisper between lovers, very intimate and exciting.
After eleven battles, he seemed to be unable to stop his capture if there were none.
Anthony...
She looked at the drifting snow outside the window, her eyes dazzled, and she no longer argued with Anthony. He insisted on what he wanted to do. Follow him. The heartbeat is fast, but I know this feeling for a long time, a long time ago...
She closed her eyes, but her eyelashes could not help shaking, not asleep, he sat on the bed and looked at her, burning, dedicated, and sincere, she should not doubt his authenticity...
Really, no doubt. She was sick, and the expression he worried about was not false, nor was the sincerity in his eyes.
What is he doing to her...
At the thought of a certain possibility, Eleven's heartbeat was getting faster. She couldn't help but cough a few times to conceal her heartbeat. The room was too quiet, fearing he knew.
Anthony knew she hadn't slept, saw her coughing, reached out to touch her forehead, the temperature hadn't receded, it was still hot, he didn't dare to move eleven, he sighed and she heard clearly.
She wanted to sigh more than he did. He just sat next to her and watched her. His eyes were burning, like a lover. The room was not big. In such a space, it was obvious that a man had thought about a woman. Coercion, how could she sleep well.
She opened her eyes and looked at him straight. Anthony looked calm. When she saw her eyes open, she smiled warmly, and the spring breeze blew her face.
"Aren't you sleepy?" Eleven asked him.
Anthony shook his head.
"Anthony, you..." Eleven gritted his teeth, paused, his expression hesitated, and wanted to ask him, hesitantly.
Anthony stroked her hair and smiled, "What's the matter, please ask."
"You... why are you so good to me." Eleven finally asked, she didn't want to break through this skylight, but her temperament couldn't bear it and she was always ambiguous with a man, as if she was enjoying a love that was not hers. There is pity.
It feels bad, not her own, she doesn't want it.
Anthony looked at her deeply, her eyes deep, she couldn't understand, this man hid too deep, there are many vice looks, she didn't understand it seriously on all sides, only felt that he looked so...
Very panicked.
Anthony suddenly grabbed her hand. Eleven's hand was very cold. His hand was very hot. He put his face on the hands they clasped helplessly and said softly, "Xiao Qi, are you stupid, or I’m stupid, I’m chasing you, can’t you feel it?

This sentence seemed to be thundering thundering on his head, shocking his eleven souls, he was chasing her? How is it possible that he must be joking, but his behavior...
Wait, isn't he a lover?
Eleven suddenly burst into anger, and the shocked expression converged and became angry, "Let me go!"
The low, hoarse voice did not cover her a bit of majesty. Anthony looked deeply at her eyes, his expression very calm, but the love in his eyes did not hide it at all.
"Why angry?"
"Anthony, don't you kidding me." Eleven said coldly, "I hate people joking with me, I will... I will take it seriously."
"Then take it seriously."
"Anthony, don't be kidding." Eleven wanted to withdraw his hand, but Anthony grasped it tightly.
"I'm not kidding, Xiaoqi, looking at my eyes, it won't lie to you." Anthony said earnestly, clenched her hand, and repeated, "It won't lie to you."
"Don't you say that your lover has broken up? Why did you like me in two days." Eleven sneered. "I don't like a man who is romantic and affectionate."
Anthony froze and turned to laugh, unable to conceal the smile in his eyes, "Xiao Qi, are you eating?"
"Nonsense, I don't have it!" Eleven quickly denied.
Anthony sighed, "I'm sorry I lied, that's just a story, not true."
Eleven did not know what happened to him, and there was a sense of exclusion in his heart, "Not true, you go out to find her every day, but tell me not true, then, what is true? How do I know what you say now Is it real."
"Is my credit so bad?" Anthony quietly said, "Just staying overnight to compile a story, I just like snow, so I will go out every day. You just met Mr. Chur and your wife and did not immediately refute them. Misidentification?"
At eleven, he was speechless and blocked by Anthony.
All he said is correct.
Eleven looked at the snowflakes flying outside the sky, my heart was heavy, do you like it? Can she like others?
Anthony returned her face tenderly, squinting affectionately and attentively, looking at her, seemingly tempting, murmured, "Little Seven, believe me, I am serious."
"You don't even know who I am." Eleven said coldly, "If you know my true face, you will definitely be scared to death."
"I do not know!"
Eleven sneered, Anthony fixed her face again, "Give us a chance, OK?"
"Why would you like me? We have only known each other for two days."
Anthony chuckled, staring at her eyes, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Do not believe!"
Whatever love at first sight is a trick to lie to the dead, she never believes, but... ever...
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, I really love you at first sight." Anthony's feelings are sincere. "Give me time to prove that I will make you believe."
"Anthony, I don't need love." Eleven refused him with a cold voice. She wanted to keep it in her heart, and she would not give it to anyone, no one would do.
"Why?"
"No, just don't need it." Eleven said coldly, reluctantly suppressing the sourness and stubbornness of his heart. "You're dead, I'm an unintentional person. What you do is useless."
"How can it be an unintentional person? Xiao Qi is very good and intimate. How can such a girl be unintentional?" Anthony chuckled lightly.
Eleven stunned, little seven... little seven, but she is not a little seven, she is eleven, the real eleven, not like that, no, Anthony, what you like, but little seven...
Not eleven!
Slightly annoyed, I don't know what I am annoying. I always feel that I am holding myself up and that I am tossing with myself. She is really hopeless, and the reason made by this man will be dispersed.
This feels terrible.
"Anthony, the person you like is not me, just a fictional person, she doesn't exist." Eleven icy voice, "That's not me, not me."
"You are stupid, everyone has a different side, who stipulates that a person has only one personality, that is you, the other you, but you have never noticed it." Anthony took her hand and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoqi, don't deny that you don't hate me, do you?"
"That doesn't mean like it."
"So give us a chance."
Eleven frowned, and he was so confused that he couldn't help saying, "Anthony, can you talk to me again when I'm ill? I'm tired now and I don't want to talk about it."
Anthony looked at her deeply, knowing that she wanted to escape for a while, and he didn't care, and said with a chuckle, "Okay, then don't say, if you remember one thing, I will pursue you."
Eleven should not be silent, "I want to sleep, will you go back to the room first?"
"When you fall asleep, I will leave."
"You..." Annoyed rising in the eleven eyes, Anthony responded with a smile, her rising fire was extinguished by him again, forget it, just keep it.
After much tossing in the middle of the night, she was so tired that she closed her eyes and rested, but her mind was clear, Anthony, Anthony...
After all, she was tired, she was very weak, did not support for long, and fell asleep.
Anthony sat by the bed, looking at her sleeping face, endless bitterness flooded, he looked bitter and couldn't help reaching out to touch her face, which was really good.
The touch is the same as the real face.
Being able to look at her like this and touch her was something he couldn't even dream of.
He will be more careful and pamper her...
Never hurt her again.
Never again...
Anthony couldn't help but leaned over and kissed gently on her lips.