"What else do you have to believe in? Don't forget that you have told me countless times that you don't love me." Ye Wenming said, first pushing her away, not wanting to see her eyes full of tears.

Just take a look at him more, it seems that he will feel more heartache.

It was only his hand that pressed against her shoulders, and the next moment, she had lowered her head and kissed his lips.

Her kiss was quick and hard, as if she wanted to use the unexplained emotion to convince him.

How can he believe that she really loves him?

What should I do to be old with him until I grow old? He once loved her so much, and he could do his best to do so, not to live without his health.

But she even made him believe that she loved him became a luxury.

Zhuo Qianyun kissed her whole body and her eyes slowly closed, and tears poured out of her eyes, flowing down her cheeks, and blending into the kiss.

Ye Wenming's body was stiff, and the blood in his body seemed to be pouring on his lips.

My thoughts gradually became trance, and my hands that were originally against her shoulders became weak.

He could push her away with just a little force, but at this moment, he didn't push her away.

Don't want to? Or can't bear to leave?

Her kiss made him unconsciously addicted to it.

Her fingers gently stroked his cheeks, and then came to his neck, his collarbone...

When the kiss ended, he heard a heavy gasp, but couldn't tell whether it was her or his.

The blood in her body seemed to be moving with the movement of her fingers.

Even though he lost that feeling, his body was extremely honest and easily stirred by her.

"Ye Wenming, I love you." She murmured softly, and the tiny kiss kept falling on him.

In a trance, he used all his last perseverance to bring back a hint of Qingming, "What can you give for me if you love me? What can you sacrifice for me? Children, family, friends, or your life?"

Her movements suddenly stopped, but at this moment, she didn't know how to answer him.

Her silence gradually cooled down his enthusiasm, "Zhuo Qianyun, if you don't want to sacrifice anything for me, why should I believe you love me? Just say it with your mouth? That's just the cheapest lie."

His hand pushed her away, stood up, and said lightly, "Don't use this trick on me next time. Maybe it would be useful to me in the past, but now I am not interested in you."

In the room, Zhuo Qianyun was the only one left.

Zhuo Qianyun lowered her head and hugged herself with her hands. It turned out that it was so difficult to make another person believe in her.

And what can she sacrifice for Ye Wenming?

If she used to love him so much that she could sacrifice her life, but now she wants to cherish this life, because it was the life he finally fought for for her from the hands of the god of death!
Chapter completed!