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strange feeling
Of course, the embroidered pillow was not a lethal weapon. Feng Zimo easily dodged it. When she turned around, she saw Mingyue wrapping herself tightly in silk quilt, but there seemed to be a blazing fire in those snow eyes.
Burning, staring at him fiercely...
His eyes were filled with despair and anger, and his lips had been bitten due to forbearance, and his body couldn't stop shaking.
This scene shocked Feng Zimo's chest. If he couldn't see that something was wrong with Mingyue, then he would have spent so many years in vain.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Feng Zimo frowned and asked again.
Mingyue just glared fiercely. She had not forgotten that this man had also given her poison and had threatened her. At this moment, being tortured by heart-eating insects and tortured by love, she hated everyone.
Seeing that something was wrong with Mingyue, Feng Zimo stepped forward in two or two steps. As soon as he got close to the bed, Mingyue grabbed his arm, then lowered his head and bit him hard...
Mingyue bit hard, her eyes widened, and tears kept flowing out, but she stared fiercely at Feng Zimo's dull face, and the anger and resentment in it instantly hit Feng Zimo's heart.
It had only been three days, how could those cold and waveless eyes be filled with such a desperate light at this moment?
All the teasing on his face was suppressed, and Feng Zimo's face became serious. He did not move or resist. His arm had been bitten by the woman in front of him and was numb, and the blood was stained on the purple robe.
Until Mingyue got tired of biting, she let go, and then curled up on one leg of the bed, looking at Feng Zimo warily, as if he was some kind of ferocious beast.
Feng Zimo has never seen a girl cry like this. Strings of tears, crystal clear like pearls, rolled down her cheeks. She obviously hated her tears, because every time she shed a string of tears,
, she wiped it roughly with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped it, she cried silently and her eyes were stubborn.
Just like this, without any warning, Feng Zimo's heart was hit hard. His heart seemed to be cut open by the woman in front of him, and then the condensed tears gathered into a river and poured into his heart.
It hurts and hurts.
Feng Zimo made a fist with her right hand and placed it on her heart, a little confused.
Mingyue hated herself to death. She thought of Mingyue who had been miserable since childhood, Cang Xuanfeng's forgetfulness, Su Yuyan's frame-up, and the persecution of the man in front of her...
Even when she was tortured by lust, the man in front of her looked at her. Ming Yue was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to die. All her calmness and reason collapsed at this moment. She wanted Feng Zimo to get out, but
But she couldn't scream, and no one except her could understand that uncomfortable and oppressive feeling.
"What's wrong with me?"
Feng Zimo hammered his heart hard and couldn't help but ask himself, he had never felt this way in twenty years.
It was strange, even a little frightening. Feng Zimo shook his head, took two steps back, and rushed into the night under Mingyue's guarded eyes. He needed to find someone immediately to ask him what was wrong with him.