Chapter 161 Be Your Little Bird
"An Ming."
The little bird leaned against the recliner, covering its body with its wings as if curled up in a nest, its cyan eyes full of confusion, "Tell me...did I do something wrong?"
Can’t celebrities love others?
What's more... nothing has happened between her and An Ming, and they haven't even confirmed their relationship.
Those people can attack her and her most important relatives wantonly through a small screen.
I thought I had gotten used to this kind of abuse and attacks, but sure enough, I still feel a little sad.
Is it really impossible to make everyone feel her thoughts and feelings?
"Robin, you are not wrong," An Ming gently hugged the fragile little bird and placed her head on his shoulder, "It is this indifferent world that is wrong."
“Does our ideal paradise really exist?”
"That day will come."
An Ming whispered to the robin that one day he would create a Garden of Eden where there would be no more sadness.
The robin lay on An Ming's shoulder, sobbing softly, shedding crystal tears.
She is a strong little bird and will never be easily defeated by these rumors. However, she can't help feeling wronged, and there is no need for her to continue to be strong in front of An Ming.
"Anming~" The robin hugged Anming and whispered softly, "But I don't want paradise."
"Ok?"
"It's you I want."
The robin raised its beautiful face and stared at An Ming with pitiful eyes.
Closer than family members, understanding each other better than lovers, more like lovers than lovers.
Feeling the soft and warm body in his arms, the Son of Order's ears would slightly redden, and he was somewhat afraid to look directly into the robin's tender eyes.
He knew the feelings of the robin, but in order to create a Garden of Eden where no one would be sad again, he had no time to think about affection and love.
"The world with you and your brother is paradise."
The robin's gentle eyes stared straight at An Ming, and with two hands he straightened his face, muttering, "Can you bear to leave me alone?"
"Since our songs can be heard by the world," said the robin firmly, "then we can also announce our love to the world."
"An Ming!"
"You know very well that I love you. I have loved you since we were little."
The beautiful face on the stage was now stained with a few lines of crystal tears. Anyone who saw this sad and beautiful scene would think that An Ming had let down the infatuated bird.
She is the big star robin and also the safe and peaceful little bird.
But if it has to choose one identity, the robin would rather be a safe and peaceful little bird.
"Robin, I can't give you happiness," An Ming's gaze passed through the robin's eyes and saw the sunshine outside the window and the suffering under the sunshine.
Can he really make the robin happy?
An Ming was not sure and didn't know whether he could do it.
The robin shook his head and responded to An Ming with a firm look, "As long as I have you, it is the greatest happiness."
The initial piano music, the moments of getting along after the disaster, the tailor-made lyrics, every step of An Ming are attracting the little bird into the whirlpool of love, until she can no longer extricate herself from it and falls hopelessly in love with him.
But the robin was willing.
With light footsteps, the attacking and defending positions were switched. Robin pressed An Ming onto the recliner, and the white calves under the skirt pressed An Ming's thighs onto the chair, making it impossible for him to leave easily.
Her beautiful eyes, like clear autumn water, were rippling with a hint of rage. She was strong and yet had an unquestionable dominance. The robin lifted An Ming's chin and said softly:
"I won't let you keep running away."
"Look directly at me!"
This was the first time that An Ming saw a robin speak at such a high decibel. Even in the high notes of the song, the little bird was always gentle and rarely showed such emotional excitement.
At this moment, the little bird seemed to have turned into a Spartan warrior. He raised his hand towards An Ming and used a powerful skull hunting and Pinocchio guillotine, and was ready to take An Ming down on the spot with bloody fury.
The bedroom door was kicked open, and Zhou Ri rushed into the room aggressively, shouting, "An Ming, you kid dared to bully my sister, the noise was so loud that I could hear it outside, you bastard!"
But that Sunday, holding a three-meter-long Qinglong Yanyue Sword and stepping on a colorful cloud, was determined to strangle the villain who bullied the robin into a pulp.
What's more, there's no telling what An Ming will do to the robin when he's not around.
But the scene after opening the door was completely different from what Sunday had imagined. If I had to say it, it was a two-level reversal. Robin was pressing down on An Ming with one leg, holding the weak and helpless head of the family down on the recliner.
“Brother?!”
The robin took a few steps back in panic, his cheeks suddenly turned red, and he felt guilty as if he was caught in bed with someone else.
An Ming blinked his innocent eyes and raised his left hand, indicating that he did nothing. The Emperor of Zhou could not insist that it was his fault.
This time, it was him who was being pushed against the wall by Little Bird.
Sunday - I encountered the most devastating moment in my life. The most terrifying guess has become a reality.
The little bird threw herself into An Ming's arms, and the guy looked innocent and reluctant. That was his most perfect sister! How could anyone in this world reject a robin? !
Unreasonable, abnormal, wrong.
The An Ming in front of him still seemed to be An Ming, but in fact he had been possessed by some kind of existence. Otherwise, how could he face such a shy robin and remain calm as if a mountain had collapsed.
Zhou Ri realized that this must be an illusion of harmony. As expected of An Ming, he had already mastered the power of harmony at such a young age, which made him fall into the vortex of nightmare.
"Brother, you misunderstood," Robin explained in a panic, "The song that An Ming and I are rehearsing is, um, the new song."
"Thank you, little bird."
An Ming suddenly stood up, pulled Robin into his arms, and said softly: "You made me understand a simple truth. There is no point in deceiving yourself."
"Eh?"
The robin's eyes were wide open, and its tender cherry lips were kissed domineeringly, responding to love and expectation with an immature expression.
Those beautiful blue eyes were now tinged with a charming pink, and the initial shyness quickly turned into sweetness, like falling from the clouds into the deep sea.
The shy little bird forgot about the Sunday beside it and was only concerned with being intimate with its beloved, as if it could never get enough kisses.
When she was three years old, the blond boy walked into her heart, and her feelings for him have never changed in the past 20 years.
"An Ming... hold me tight."
The robin murmured with a dazed look in his eyes and leaned his rosy little face against An Ming's chest, as if this was the only way to make up for his previous regrets.
"too..."
Suddenly, a blazing light lit up nearby. An Ming blinked and turned his head in confusion, "Too?"
"At the beginning, there was a reason——!"
"No, wait—"
The intense light instantly engulfed the entire bedroom.