His embrace was so familiar and unfamiliar, as if it was being embedded tightly into her body, almost making it impossible for her to breathe. His handsome face was less than a foot away from hers, and his hot breath blew on her face, and she felt her heartbeat racing like
Beating the drum, your whole body feels weak. You can't, you can't just indulge in his arms! He doesn't believe in your feelings, he has cut off his ties with you, and he has tacitly allowed his subordinates to use you as a shield. How can you because of that?
Forgive him with these two kind words? No! I don't want it! She wanted to break away from his arms, but he held her tightly, and she couldn't break away no matter what. She couldn't help but feel angry and anxious, and couldn't help but beat her hands crazily.
Touching his chest: "Let me go, let me go. I just want to leave you and never see you again. You don't believe me at all! I can leave if you want me to, stay if you want me to. Do you think
What am I? I come with a wave of my hand and go with a wave of my hand..." There were really too many grievances and resentments in her heart, and they all burst out at the same time. She wanted to shout again, but tears flowed out disobediently.
She was so choked that she couldn't speak anymore. She only beat his chest crazily with her hands, using him as a sandbag... She had the internal strength of two great masters in the past twenty years, and this beating like a storm, even though
It was Feng Yiying who couldn't bear it. He gritted his teeth and refused to dodge or dodge, letting her vent her anger. It was me who felt sorry for her. As long as she could vent her anger and stop avoiding him, she wouldn't say punch him, just punch him.
He was willing to chop him with a knife. Suddenly, she hit his newly healed wound with a few punches. Feng Yiying's expression changed and her body trembled slightly. It hurt! Cold sweat broke out from her forehead instantly. Yi Qingchen was frightened.
He jumped a lot and stopped his hand. He felt that his hand seemed a little sticky. His heart sank. Then he remembered the sword wound on his chest. He raised his hand and saw that it was sticky and seemed to have some blood stains... Now
, she was shocked. Couldn’t she have cracked his wounds again with these violent beatings? She resisted the desire to tear open his clothes and check his wounds, and said coldly: "You deserve it, who told you
Hold me and never let go..." Feng Yiying's face became even paler, and she slowly bent down, cold sweat dripping down.