Xia Jin took a deep breath. The bedroom was very quiet, so quiet that there was no unnecessary sound.

She lowered her head and sat on the bed, supporting her body with her hands. She maintained this position for a long time without moving.

I don't know how long it took, her eyelashes fluttered, and then she seemed to have woken up, and climbed out of the bed, without even wearing shoes, and walked directly towards the door.

After opening the door, before she could say anything, the person guarding the door respectfully asked, "Miss Xia, do you need anything?"

What is needed.

I dare to ask this kind of thing.

"I want to go out." She said coldly without even the usual smile on her face.

If there is any difference between this time's imprisonment and the first one, it is that that time, she knew that one day, he would let her go, and he could not keep him locked up forever.

However, this time, she had a very clear feeling that if necessary, Gong Shentuo could lock her up like this for the rest of her life.

This kind of knowledge gave her a kind of unreasonable and long fear, just like the longest month without any light, she was like a cocoon, tightly bound.

“Ms.

Please give me permission, what can I ask for, can she leave here?

She doesn't want to see him at all now.

Xia Jin clenched her hands into fists and returned to the bedroom without saying anything, closing the door hard with her hands.

There was a weak flame burning slowly in her heart, like a thin and slow fire, roasting her heart carelessly bit by bit.

Then very quickly, or rather, faster and faster, the fire burned very hard. She stood leaning against the wall, relying on the wall behind her to maintain her strength.

She looked at the bedroom in front of her, the black room, the neatly arranged bed and sofa. Everything that was familiar to her and that had once made her accustomed to and even at ease with her was completely burned by the fire in her heart.

She was in pain and felt pain all over her body. The pain spread from her heart to every corner of her body.

She felt that her world was in chaos and she needed to vent.

She stood up straight, walked towards the head of the bed, picked up the exquisite bedside lamp at the head of the bed with one hand, and slammed it towards the left side.

The huge sound pierced the night sky like lightning, sharp and abrupt.

The transparent glass shattered to pieces in front of her eyes. It was a wall between the bedroom and the balcony. It was cleverly designed to look like a flat glass showcase, with many exquisite and valuable porcelain or ornaments placed inside.

Such a sound undoubtedly alerted the bodyguards outside. Almost everything in her hand flew out of her palm. The moment the sound rang out, someone immediately rushed in.

Xia Jin stood there, motionless. It was still afternoon, and the sunlight outside was shining brightly, falling on the broken glass, emitting a dazzling light.

She lowered her head, covering her face with black hair, and she was so quiet that she made no sound.

Her hands fell on both sides of her body, her fingertips were scratched somehow, and a small amount of blood was slowly dripping down.

Drop by drop, it fell on the soft carpet.

There were four bodyguards guarding the door. Two rushed in and two guarded the door. When they saw this scene, the two people at the door looked at each other, and one of them turned around and left.

The pain in her fingertips gave her an almost revengeful feeling.

I don’t know how long it took, it should have been less than a minute, but the man who heard the news quickly rushed over.

The first thing he saw were Xia Jin's cold eyes, then her fingers dripping with blood, and finally her naked feet stepping on a piece of broken glass.

He walked over in a few steps, picked her up, put her on the bed, and raised her bleeding finger in front of him, "Are you still injured?"

Xia Jin looked at him furiously without any eyebrows. She didn't react for a long time, and the expression on her face didn't change at all.

"I asked you if you had any other injuries." Seeing that she had no answer or reaction, Gong Shentuo became even more angry.

Is she doing something, smashing something, or trying to hurt herself?

The careful and agile bodyguard quickly handed over the band-aid, "There shouldn't be any other injuries. The injury on the finger may have been accidentally scratched by the glass, it won't be serious."

After hearing the bodyguard's explanation, Gong Shentuo finally let go of the mental arithmetic he was holding on to.

He took the band-aid from the bodyguard and carefully put it on for her. Within a few minutes, a servant came up and cleaned the glass on the floor.

"Sir, the glass and carpet in the bedroom need to be softened. If possible, please go to the guest room with Miss Xia to rest for a while."

Hearing this, Gong Shentuo said nothing and left the bedroom holding Xia Jin, who was even more silent than she was.

He stretched out his hand, clasped Xia Jin's chin, and asked word for word, "Xia Jin, what do you want to do? What do you want to do if you hurt yourself so much?"

What does she want to do? Isn't it an innocent question to ask?

She just wanted to leave.

Today I just accidentally hurt my hand, but what about tomorrow? What about after tomorrow? Will she do anything to leave?

"It's nothing," her eyes finally moved, and a light smile appeared on her face, "It's just that you make me very unhappy, so I can only let you accompany me to be unhappy."

Gong Shentuo pursed his lips, looking at her smile, the pain in his heart seemed to be torn apart.

He looked at her face quietly, feeling that the woman in front of him was so close that he could hold her in his arms if he stretched out his hand, but it seemed that he would never be able to hold her.

This feeling made him panic, and almost subconsciously, he hugged her whole body into his arms.

The strength in his hands became stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to fuse her into his own flesh and blood.

Xia Jin let him hold her, closing her eyes and making no sound.

Some people desperately want to leave.

Some people desperately want to stay.

No one wants to back down.

"Gong Shentuo," Xia Jin asked softly after not knowing how long he held her, "Do you think this is interesting?"

She didn't wait for his answer, or in other words, she actually needed his answer at all.

"When I just came back from the island, you were able to imprison me. It was because I loved you and wanted to stay with you, not because you could lock me up."

"It is true that you have locked me up now, but Gong Shentuo, I really don't love you anymore. Could it be that because of you, I suffered so much at the hands of your uncle, and I also suffered so much at the hands of Lucifer?"

Needless to say, there are so many sins in your hands. Can't you just let me go because you feel sorry for me?"

"My request is just this little, so trivial that it doesn't even cost you anything. Are you really not even willing to do this?"

"Can you please stop being so cruel and unfeeling?" Xia Jin didn't know what she was talking about at all. She even just followed her subconscious and kept thinking about something.

Her fingers grasped his clothes, and that gesture was closer to begging.

She didn't want to care about all the past, all their feelings, who was giving and who was suffering, she just wanted to leave this place and this man.

"Am I cruel? Am I heartless?" His voice sounded even humbler than hers, even filled with ruthless and endless self-mockery, "Xia Jin, why don't you kill me?"

She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand at all, he will only be in more pain than her, he will only be more desperate and suffocated than her.

Or, for her, apart from leaving, she doesn't care at all about what his world is like.

"You kill me and I let you go, okay?"

He let go of the hand holding her, and placed a pistol with cold tentacles in her palm.

Gong Shentuo stood up straight, looked at her condescendingly, and said in a very low voice, "I'll give you the last chance. If I die, you can leave. I promise that no one will stop you. If I don't die, you can only continue."

Stay with me."

"Isn't this fair?"

Her hand instinctively grasped the gun in her hand. She smiled faintly, feeling cool and said, "Miya Shentuo, you clearly know that there is no way I can shoot this bullet with my right hand."

Gong Shentuo chuckled, "In this case, I forgot."

He took the gun back from her hand, took out a dagger from his body, and put it back into her hand.

"Although the knife is not as powerful as a gun, if you stab it accurately, it is not difficult to kill someone." He looked at Xia Jin calmly, "With your understanding of the human body, it is not difficult to kill someone."

Heart, it’s not difficult at all.”

He didn't know how long it took before he said slowly, "If you want to leave, do it quickly. Otherwise, you can only have a good sleep and then get up for dinner."

The knife was in her hand. This feeling was familiar yet unfamiliar. What was familiar was the feeling in her memories, but what was unfamiliar was the feeling she had holding the knife now.

The two feelings were mixed together, just like how she felt when facing the man in front of her.

Her hands never moved.

Not even his eyes moved.

Gong Shentuo just looked at her calmly, like a prisoner waiting for execution. Her life and death were decided in a single thought.

"Gong Shentuo, if you give your life to me, what will happen to Yemen? Don't you think it's too selfish for you to do this?" She smiled, but there was no warmth in her smile.

By saying that, do you think he is just talking?

Gong Shentuo said calmly, "I have been living for Yemen my whole life. Isn't it okay to be selfish once?"

Xia Jin looked at him with her face raised, the smile in her eyes not clear, "Boss Gong, do you think I won't do anything?"

"Maybe you won't." And he didn't just bet on this possibility.

Giving his life to Yemen's unexpected incident was probably the only wayward thing he had ever done since he was born, and it was only this time.
Chapter completed!