Mu Chengfeng repeated the word "like" repeatedly in his heart. The strange thing was that he didn't feel any resistance to these two words.
But there was a deep light flashing in his eyes, and his eyebrows were raised high. If you like someone, you want to completely own her, occupy her, and make her completely yours. If this feeling is like it, he would like it.
do not mind.
Ning Yazhi in the bathroom felt that the air suddenly became cold. She had just vomited, almost all the way out of her stomach. The bloody severed hand kept replaying in her mind, which was even worse than the last time Liangliang was bitten by a shark.
The two halves made her feel even more disgusting.
Last time, Liangliang's death had nothing to do with her.
But this time, Mary lost her left hand because of her.
That terrifying severed hand seemed to be accusing her that she was a bad woman and she was the one who harmed its owner...
"ah……"
Ning Yazhi collapsed, covered her face and screamed, followed by a new round of vomiting.
She almost vomited to death, and then she came out of the bathroom with a pale face. When she got to the living room, she could vaguely smell the lingering smell of blood. She had an urge to escape, and she couldn't face that again.
A bloody, pale severed hand.
Thinking that it was still on the coffee table, Ning Yazhi couldn't move her steps.
Mu Chengfeng was sitting on the sofa, with an extremely advanced and thin tablet computer on his lap. He was lowering his head and working quickly with his fingers. His concentrated look showed no trace of how terrifying he had just been.
At this moment, he is just a man focused on his work.
As if he felt her presence, he said calmly: "What are you doing standing there? Come here."
Ning Yazhi walked over with great hesitation. Her eyes were lowered and she didn't have the courage to raise them up. She stood behind him and said in a weak voice with a hint of stubbornness: "What's the matter?"
Mu Chengfeng raised his eyebrows, as if her reaction was expected.
At this time, her mood must be extremely complicated. She just doesn't know whether the person she hates is him or herself at this moment.
"Come here." He patted the place next to him and motioned for her to come and sit down. His tone was indifferent and could not be refused.
Her back stiffened, she walked over again with her eyes lowered, and then sat on the sofa, still some distance away from him.
Mu Chengfeng's hand stopped, and his handsome face turned slightly to one side. The sculptured lines had a great visual impact from this angle. "You can drink what's on the coffee table." He said in a very calm tone.
coffee table?
Ning Yazhi's breathing tightened, and her whole body became stiff as if she didn't belong to her. Then a terrifying anger surged up. She suddenly raised her eyes: "Mu Chengfeng, you lunatic!"
He smiled softly, turning a blind eye to her anger. He stretched out his hand to bring the bowl of things on the coffee table and handed it to her eyes. Ning Yazhi was slightly stunned. Wasn't it Mary's hand?
She thought that he was so perverted and disgusting that he wanted her to eat Mary's severed hand.
But the next moment, when she saw the red liquid in the bowl clearly, her nose seemed to smell a strong smell of blood, and her face suddenly turned transparent with fear. Is this Mary's blood?
Mu Chengfeng, you really don’t have the most changed state, you only have the most changed state.
She pursed her lips tightly and shook her head stubbornly: "I won't drink!"
He seemed to be coaxing her: "Be good, I prepared this specially for you. It is only good for your body."