Fu Yiyun turned on the faucet and washed his face with cold water.

He put his hands on the sink, looked at himself in the mirror with red eyes, and pulled his lips mockingly.

For a woman, he really became less human and less human than a ghost.

Thinking of his crazy behavior just now, he felt a little happy and deeply annoyed at the same time.

He said he would never do this to that woman again, but what did he just do?

There was constant pain in my temple.

He pounded the sink irritably, causing new injuries to his already weak knuckles.

His messy hair was still dripping with water. He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time before getting up and walking outside.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was slammed open.

A fruit knife flashed sharply and stabbed towards him quickly.

Fu Yiyun did not dodge, and just watched the woman stabbing him with hatred on her face.

He seemed to bet on whether that woman would be so cruel and would actually stab him in the chest.

If he wins the bet, then in this desperate relationship, he may still have a glimmer of hope.

If he loses the bet, the worst he can do is lose his life.

However!

The tip of the knife finally penetrated the flesh.

He laughed, self-deprecatingly and sarcastically.

It turned out that he still lost the bet.

He never seemed to win a bet.

It seemed that he never wanted to believe that this woman would be so cruel to him.

But this time, he had to believe it.

Grandma was right, she really didn't have him in her heart.

The tip of the knife penetrated bit by bit.

The pain spread from his chest to his whole body instantly.

He swayed unsteadily.

Lu Yanyu let go of the fruit knife, quietly looked at the blood pouring out of his chest, and smiled desolately: "Why don't you hide?"

Fu Yiyun lowered his eyes, shook his head and chuckled.

"You really want me to die that much?"

"Yes!" Lu Yanyu replied without hesitation, without any expression on his face.

The man's heart was completely in despair.

He pulled out the fruit knife, and the blood flowed more violently, staining a large area of ​​his shirt red.

He staggered up to her and handed her the fruit knife with his blood-stained hand.

"Then, if you stab me again and stab deeper, maybe I will die in an instant."

However, Lu Yanyu refused to accept the fruit knife.

Fu Yiyun forcefully thrust the fruit knife into her hand.

One fought hard, the other tried desperately to hide.

Suddenly, the fruit knife suddenly fell to the ground.

The blood on the tip of the knife was stained with the water on the ground, instantly turning it into a bloody color.

Lu Yanyu looked at the blood and felt a little panicked.

Fu Yiyun looked at her with a sneer: "Why don't you kill me again? Don't you want me to die?"

"If you die and I don't have to go to jail, then I will definitely poke a hundred holes in your body."

There was no trace of hatred in the woman's voice.

Fu Yiyun smiled desperately: "I see, it turns out that I am afraid of going to jail for my life."

After saying that, he stopped looking at her and staggered outside.

He seemed to hit something and made a series of noises.

Lu Yanyu didn't dare to turn around, he just held the hand at his side firmly.

It wasn't until there was a sound of opening and closing the door outside that she fell weakly to the ground.

She looked at the bloody fruit knife on the ground and suddenly hugged her knees and burst into tears.

For a moment, she was so filled with hatred that she really wanted to kill the man and then commit suicide.

But when the knife pierced the man's chest, she was frightened again and her whole body was shaking.

She hated herself for being incompetent and weak, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Chapter completed!