The volcanic eruption just now consumed all her strength.

Lin Jinyou clenched the quilt under him with his palms: "If I give you enough space, will you look back at me?"

During the period of time when he forced her to stay with him, the feeling of having her was so wonderful that he was intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.

But just now she looked hysterical and so desperate.

After Li Zifeng calmed down his breathing, he spoke again: "Maybe... I will hate you less."

"Hate me less?"

Lin Jinyou stood up, stood naked in front of her, stretched out his hand to hold her head, put it against the wardrobe, and slowly asked:

"You hate me and don't even want to look at me. How can you expect me to let you go?"

Li Zifeng gritted his teeth and stared at him, as if he wanted to poke a hole in his eyes.

Lin Jinyou's eyes were cold: "Li Zifeng, I am no longer normal, please stop resisting me."

He understood the despair in Li Zifeng's heart and felt very distressed. He knew that he should not impose on her the feelings he had lost for ten years and force her to make up for herself.

He knows everything, but he still can't let go.

It's like seeing a beautiful toy in a display window ten years ago. I fell in love with it. After thinking about it for ten years, I saw it in someone else's hands.

So he knocked the man to the ground and snatched the toy away. He knew it was wrong, but it was impossible for him to return the toy. He couldn't do it.

Li Zifeng felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he knew that he was not normal.

"Lin Jinyou, why are you like this?"

She asked with tears in her eyes, but the only response was Lin Jinyou's gentle kiss.

"Li Zifeng, let me possess you."

At this time, only possessing her could stop the madness growing in his heart. He leaned against Li Zifeng's cheek and murmured:

"Come and please me. If you don't want to be tortured, then come and please me."

Li Zifeng trembled, closed his eyes, turned around and hugged him.

Lin Jinyou felt her palms tremble, but he still forced her to kiss his lips.

Lin Jinyou fixed her waist and laid her down on the bed.

Lin Jinyou's madness is not only reflected in his behavior, but also in bed. If he had some compassion for himself when he put the toy in today, then now he can only be said to have completely lost his mind.

For the only time, Li Zifeng remained silent at this time.

Lin Jinyou also remained silent.

I don't know if the two of them are tolerant or if they really have nothing to say.

Li Zifeng was bleeding, but Lin Jinyou didn't stop.

Lin Jinyou thought that for the first time, he had beaten Li Zifeng cruelly, but he only knew it when he saw the cold, silent and lifeless expression on Li Zifeng's face.

He lost again.

So he pulled away, bent down, and left.

Li Zifeng didn't even look at him, he pulled the quilt indifferently, smelled the smell of his own blood, and spent another night.

Lin Jinyou left, walking on the road as if he had no soul. He didn't stop until he saw the young man sitting on the roadside.

The young man was drinking from a can of beer in his hand. There were a few unopened bottles at his feet, and there was a schoolbag beside him.
Chapter completed!