Ye Moyan felt as if something was stabbing him, causing a dull pain.
Seeing Ling Xuewei sad, he was thousands of times sadder than Ling Xuewei.
Ye Moyan noticed this, and his uncontrollable anger burst out.
He walked to the bed and approached Ling Xuewei step by step.
Like an awakened lion, with dark eyes and terrifying aura.
Until he came to her, Ye Moyan reached out and pinched her chin, "Why are you crying? Do you feel wronged?"
Ling Xuewei's eyes were red as she looked at him.
At this moment, Ye Moyan was cold all over and his face was expressionless.
The tenderness and doting that used to gaze upon her were no longer seen.
It's like looking at a stranger.
Ling Xuewei thought that Ye Moyan's determination that night had already caused her pain.
But he didn't expect that the most painful thing was Ye Moyan's strange and cold gaze.
Like a dagger, it stabbed hard into her heart.
The pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe.
"Ye Mo Yan..."
Ling Xuewei's voice was helpless and bewildered, and her dark eyes were sad and aggrieved, as if she could see into his heart with one glance.
Ye Moyan suddenly felt hot and almost subconsciously wanted to hold her in his arms, but in the end he forced himself to suppress this thought.
He hated himself more and more for being like this. He pressed hard and gritted his teeth, "Don't call me that, if you don't want to get hurt."
Ling Xuewei tightened her hand and pinched it into her palm.
"You...hate me so much?"
She looked desperate and hopeful.
The indifference that Ye Moyan had managed to maintain in his heart was almost shattered, but he soon calmed down and said, "Since you chose to stay that night, you should know the consequences."
She moved her lips, but couldn't come up with a single explanation.
say what?
That she stayed just to find the antidote for him?
Or did she mean to hurt him?
Seeing Ling Xuewei's silence, his anger rose.
"Why don't you explain? Huh? Tell me, maybe if you explain I will believe you and forgive you? As long as you speak! Tell me! Why don't you say a word?"
Ye Moyan roared like an enraged beast.
The pupils are faintly red.
Just as she was about to open her mouth, she was greeted by Ye Moyan's rough and fierce kiss!
There was nothing gentle about this kiss.
It was like a beast biting her fiercely, attacking the city and conquering the territory, with a fierce momentum.
Ling Xuewei struggled, but Ye Moyan directly clasped her hands behind her back, locked her waist with his arms and pressed her to her chest, kissing her tightly and fiercely.
The world is spinning.
Soon the air in her chest was gone, and the feeling of suffocation came over her, causing her to struggle again. But what she got in exchange was Ye Moyan's increasingly fierce kisses.
It was as if she was being kneaded into bones and blood, dismantled into her belly, and integrated into one body.
It wasn't until Ling Xuewei was dizzy and about to suffocate that Ye Moyan finally let her go.
Then, in a flash, Ling Xuewei was thrown onto the couch without mercy.
With a heavy weight on his body, Ye Moyan's tall and slender body pressed up.
With a stabbing sound and a chill on her body, Ling Xuewei opened her eyes in horror, "Ye Moyan doesn't want it!!"
"No? You have no right to refuse now!"
Ye Moyan's voice had no fluctuations and was as cold as ice.
He pressed her hands on top of her head and began to ravage her body with his lips.
Ling Xuewei was about to push Ye Moyan away when suddenly a low cough came from above her head, and then hot liquid splashed onto her face...
It's blood...
Ling Xuewei's eyes widened sharply, and she panicked, "Blood...you're coughing up blood...quickly, let me see..."
"Are you worried about me?"
"Yes, yes! I'm worried about you... Ye Moyan, please stop making trouble and let me see your injury..." Ling Xuewei was about to cry, and the fear in her heart surged like sea water.
She was about to reach out, but was pushed away by Ye Moyan.
"Don't touch me!"
Ye Moyan stared at Ling Xuewei, fierce and angry.
"Okay! Okay, I won't touch you. I, I'll ask Grandpa Que and the others to come..."
Ling Xuewei hurried down to call someone, but before she could even sit up, she was pushed down to the couch by Ye Moyan again!
"Don't leave!" Ye Moyan said fiercely.
"Ye Moyan...well..."
Ling Xuewei was halfway through speaking when her lips were sealed again.
In an instant, a strong blood energy spread out from her mouth, and Ling Xuewei stepped back repeatedly, but was unable to withstand his strong and domineering force, pressing forward step by step.
But Ling Xuewei didn't dare to really use force, for fear of hurting Ye Moyan.
******
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Moyan finally let go of Ling Xuewei.
Scarlet blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.
Can't tell whether it belongs to Ling Xuewei or Ye Moyan.
The two people's eyes met, and Ye Moyan's eyes were like a whirlpool, trying to swallow Ling Xuewei into it.
Ling Xuewei seemed to be a prisoner captured by Ye Moyan. She couldn't escape or break away, so she could only fall step by step.
"...Do you know how much I hate you these days?"
Ling Xuewei stiffened and her eyes suddenly dimmed.
His slender fingers like ice sculptures slowly caressed her face, from her forehead, to her nose, to her eyes... and finally landed on her lips.
The fingertips kept rubbing on her blood-soaked red lips, each time with more force than the last.
Ye Moyan's lips were also a bit scarlet.
Desolate and eerie.
The pair of black eyes looked even more eerie against the background.
"Every time I think of your words and your merciless back that night, I wish I could strangle you to death with my own hands!"
His eyes were like daggers, and there was an evil aura in them.
It seems like he will really strangle Ling Xuewei to death with his own hands in the next second!
But what he hated even more was that he was helpless against Ling Xuewei.
He knew he shouldn't be soft-hearted towards her, but he broke the boundaries for her again and again.
He knew that he was a stranger when he saw her again, but just one look made his heart collapse and fall into chaos.
Every expression and every look in Ling Xuewei's eyes was like a demonic barrier, making him lose all reason and fall into despair instantly.
The original pride and self-esteem disappeared instantly when he saw her.
Ye Moyan just wanted to kiss her hard, rub her into her bones and blood, and never separate her again.
Ling Xuewei was his demon to him.
I fall into a dream every night, which is unforgettable.
But he didn't want to wake up.
I just want to pull her and sink into this endless dream together.
The eyes are getting darker and darker.
It's like the boundless black fog is encroaching bit by bit.
With a destructive and destructive evil spirit!
To drag her into the abyss together.
Ling Xuewei's heart suddenly shrank and she subconsciously stepped back.
"What? Are you scared?"
Ye Moyan sneered and quickly grabbed her wrist, "Since you are afraid, don't appear in front of me again!"
Ye Moyan threw Ling Xuewei off the bed hard, the force was shocking.
"Go away!! Don't let me see you again!" Ye Moyan's tone was cold and decisive.
His pupils were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck bulged from anger!
Ling Xuewei was stunned for a moment.
She sat on the ground and stared blankly at Ye Moyan, forgetting to react for a moment.
Ye Moyan...really doesn't want her anymore?
Want to drive her away?
Does Ye Moyan hate her that much?
Hate her so much that you don’t even want to see her?
When Ling Xuewei thought about Ye Moyan hating her, tears flowed down uncontrollably.
