Li Zifeng's arm rubbed against the edge of the dressing table. He didn't know what he hit, and cut a hole, causing blood to flow out.

She frowned in pain, but she didn't make a sound.

All the surrounding sounds weakened, and she could only hear the sound of impact, and that sound seemed to come from her mind.

It was like his head hitting an iron bucket, again and again, the sound was desperate and crisp.

In this collision, she strengthened her inner thoughts little by little.

She wanted to leave, leave Lin Jinyou, and leave here.

But what about her family?

What should Xiaofeng do?

She has many friends, but few are more powerful than Lin Jinyou.

A person came to her mind.

Song Yang, the eldest son of the Song family, that arrogant man with eyes higher than his head.

But will he make an enemy of the Lin family for his own sake?

Maybe, but you have to pay the corresponding price.

Li Zifeng bit her lip, her throat was dry and cracked, and her brows were covered with a layer of cold sweat from the pain...

She didn't know what time it was. By the time everyone around her became quiet, it was already dark, the lights were not turned on in the room, and she didn't know if the little actor was still there.

She could only smell the smell of blood, soot, and the smell of coffee that was no longer very fragrant lingering on the tip of her nose.

Her heart was beating, but very slowly. Li Zifeng fumbled and put on her clothes. She wanted to leave, but Lin Jinyou grabbed her arm.

"where to?"

Li Zifeng wanted to speak, but his voice was too hoarse and he couldn't say anything at all.

She took a deep breath and let him pull her.

Lin Jinyou's voice is also a little hoarse, but it is gravelly, low and lazy, with some unique male flavor.

He slowly said: "Zifeng, it's time to go home."

Li Zifeng's feet softened. Lin Jinyou's tone... He hadn't calmed down yet, and Li Zifeng's breathing was a little unsteady.

She could predict what she would face when she returned home, but she didn't know enough about Lin Jinyou's ferocity.

Every time Lin Jinyou gets angry, what she does will be beyond her imagination.

This is what she has learned time and time again.

Lin Jinyou's palm pinched her wrist, and Li Zifeng's blood was between his fingers.

It was so fishy that Li Zifeng couldn't help but frown.

Lin Jinyou lowered his eyes and stared at the sticky and greasy blood on his hands.

Li Zifeng blinked slowly and spoke softly: "Lin Jinyou... Do you think I would bleed so much if I died?"

Xiu Lin Jinyou held her blood tightly in his hand, and his voice sounded terrifying to Ling Jing, "No, I won't let you bleed."

"Snapped--"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zifeng's slap followed, and his clear voice carried a heavy sense of power.

Lin Jinyou's head turned to one side, and Li Zifeng slapped him several times in succession. In the end, Li Zifeng had no strength left, and stood trembling on the spot, pointing his finger at him, and asked breathlessly:

"Lin Jinyou, even if you feel sorry for me a little bit..."

Lin Jinyou raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, with a look of pain and sorrow on his face: "I feel hurt, I feel sorry for you...Li Zifeng, I will give you my heart and my life, do you want me."

Li Zifeng lowered his head and bit his shoulder, harshly and without any mercy.
Chapter completed!