Keep you in my arms

Seeing that he was about to go out with a smile, she quickly stopped him, "Edward!"

"What?" He stopped and turned around.

"Can I not take these clothes?"

"How can I take back my gift? "If you don't want to accept others' kindness, there are many other ways, right?"

Normally, Edward was a typical capitalist. A dress was enough for an ordinary person to pay down for a house, and a meal was a month's expense for an ordinary family. When he said this, she was slightly surprised. When she came to her senses, Edward had already gone out. Looking at his back, Angela frowned and lowered her head, murmuring, "I will pay for what you have done. Does he mean I pay back by being his girlfriend?"

When she read the last few words, her face flushed.

So, was this what Edward wanted?

She looked at the wardrobe full of strange clothes and sighed.

Edward thought carefully. He knew that she liked to clean. The clothes she bought just now had to be washed and dried, so most of the clothes here had been washed and dried.

She had no choice but to take out another pajama. After a shower, Edward made their favorite tomato and egg noodle.

Angela had been hungry for a long time. She argued with him for a long time and then even took a shower. When she smelled the fragrance, she walked over subconsciously. Perhaps she was a little familiar with him, she asked, "Mr. Edward, you are so thin. You can't eat the whole pot, can you?"

With two bowls in his hands, Edward filled the bowls with noodles and said with a smile, "Yes, I can't eat them, so I hope you can help me."

"Is it overtime to help Mr. Edward eat noodles?"

Show her pity to get small advantages!

When he was about to send the bowl in front of her, he suddenly shrank back. Seeing that he had changed his mind, Angela reached out for the bowl in his hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Edward!"

Then she sat down and didn't look at him anymore.

She chose a pure cotton floral pajama, princess sleeve, and a little bowknot on the sleeve. Although it was a combination of top and pants, it was very ladylike.

subordinate find it several times to buy it. Because Angela liked to kick the quilt, he specially asked to buy trousers. But in general, in summer pajamas, short sleeves were accompanied by level five trousers or shorts, and few of them matched trousers. Although the

two sets of pajamas, he picked out one short sleeve shirt and matched it with the trousers of the

he had chosen for her! Of course, in fact, he preferred to see her wear a

don't you eat?" Angela had eaten more than half of it, but Edward didn't eat anything. He was staring at her with an unreadable

of a sudden, Angela thought of a possibility. She was so frightened that she threw the bowl and chopsticks on the table and said with

chopsticks on the

Edward was speechless.

Really poisoned?

to the bathroom. In a panic, her mind was in a mess. At first, she couldn't help but ask

still so young and hadn't been admitted to the postgraduate school. How could she die? If she died, the country would lose one talented person in the next few decades!

her throat and spit it out from the toilet before the poison was

wandered

you going?" Edward stopped her in a

don't want to die yet..." She looked at him with a sad face

"Specimen?" He frowned.

know you like me very much, but I want to contribute to my future studies. Edward, can you make me into a specimen after I die?" She thought of the movie in which the viscera of the woman who was made into samples were all hollowed out. She shivered and cried, "No! I don't want to become a specimen even if

crying and struggling, Edward

she was afraid that it was a delaying tactic. He lied to her that he didn't poison her. When she found that she was poisoned, she was no longer saved. So was the reason why he bought her

man! He might be a corpse

her hand on her throat. Startled by her action, Edward stopped her in a

if I refuse you, you can't poison me! The person who was poisoned to death has a purple face.

nonsense. Edward had no choice but grabbed

gasped for breath, but her instinct to escape made her struggle hard. He didn't want to offend her, but he really couldn't do anything to her. He pressed himself on her and locked her knees with his knees. He firmly grasped her wrists, making her unable to move.

can only use a more extreme method to make you

still immersed in the fear of "specimen", completely ignoring his ambiguous eyes and the desire to endure in his body.

cried in her heart, 'so, does he

you, okay? I don't

you. Why

why don't you