There is a red palm print on Jia Ruoqingjun's face!
"Hypocrite! Let me go, let me go!" Hua Xiyue couldn't bear it and finally slapped Jiaruo!
Jia Ruo closed his eyes, holding back the pain in his chest that seemed to be split apart, as if he collapsed.
Slowly loosen your fingers one by one.[
"Ye Sang!!!"
Hua Xiyue's face turned pale, and without looking at Jia Ruo, she staggered towards him.
Trembling, he held Ye Sang in his arms.
This dragon's wrath is so powerful that it attacks people's souls, not their bodies.
Therefore, no scars could be seen on Ye Sang's body, and even his black shirt was in good shape without many wrinkles.
His face was pale, his lips were pale, and there was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Leaning in Hua Xiyue's arms, his green eyes were half open and half closed, as deep as two deep wells.
Drop! Drop! Drop!
Drops of tears rolled down Hua Xiyue's cheeks, dripping on Ye Sang's face, eyes, and body in her arms.
Hot and crystal clear.
A drop fell on his bloodless lips, salty and hot,
Ye Sang's body trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking straight at Hua Xiyue, with a glimmer of light shining through his silent blue eyes.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to wipe away the burning tears on her face, but it finally fell down weakly and weakly in the middle of the stretch.
A wry smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Xiyue, are you...are you finally willing...willing to shed tears for me?"
Hua Xiyue's tears were like a flood that had reached an embankment, and she couldn't stop it. She only held his hand: "Yesang...Yesang, I'm sorry, it's me, I've caused you trouble..."
Ye Sang shook his head slightly, his eyes fixed on her pretty face: "Xiyue, I am willing. Don't be sad, in fact, I am actually very bad..."
A bad smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Actually...actually, I have bad intentions. Xiyue, I like you so much, but...but no matter what I do, you will never fall in love with me..."