"I don't care about that woman's love! I don't need anyone to be pitiful!"
Ling Mufeng suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.
Ye Zhiqiu was shocked and retreated several steps.[
Suddenly I saw his eyes red and his pupils tightened into needles.
His eyebrows were frowned, his hands were tightly pinched into a ball, and his whole body was full of resentment.
Once again, he entered that kind of violent period.
At the first moment, she was scared.
The former Ling Mufeng was in such a posture.
He seized her innocence and imprisoned her in a cage without seeing the light of day.
However, the next moment, she felt distressed.
I felt sorry for him, and it turned out that he had hidden his feelings so deeply.
It will only disguise itself as a strong look to hide the pain in your heart.
Give up the courage and walk forward carefully.
She said softly: "Ling Mufeng, it's me, I am Ye Zhiqiu, I am your Ye Zhiqiu."
Ling Mufeng still looked very grudged, and his blood-red eyes stared at her.
I was afraid that she would come suddenly and approach his wounded scar.
"I am Ye Zhiqiu, I am your favorite Ye Zhiqiu. Do you still remember it?"
Sitting next to him, he opened his arms tentatively, trying to hug him.
When his arm just touched him, Ling Mufeng's body shook, and his eyes suddenly became several sharp curves.
It seemed as if the injured little beast was hiding in the corner, stretching out its sharp claws with a cautious look, trying to tear apart the uninvited guests at any time.
"I won't harm you. Do you remember you told me that we are the same people?"
Looking at his sharp eyes, Ye Zhiqiu had no reason and felt ache in his heart.[
His arms slowly surrounded his arms and slowly leaned over.
She said softly: "We have no relatives, no home, no friends, and no lover. We are just as lonely and long for care and love."