"Let me go, let me go..." Xia Xiaoxi shouted angrily, her two weak hands beating back and forth in his chest, struggling, trying to escape from his arms.
This shameless man has done so many shameless things without telling her, and has deceived her again and again. Now that things have reached this point, he actually has the nerve to say that all this is for her good?
This is simply too ironic and ridiculous.
Seeing that he didn't respond, he still held her waist tightly. She became even more angry and continued to beat hard. If he didn't let go, she wouldn't stop beating.
Yan Yufeng frowned. Although her strength was very small and had no effect on his indestructible body, the pain was still there.
He lowered his head slightly, frowned tightly, endured the pain from his little pink fist, and still hugged her tightly without giving up, letting her vent in his arms and let her go wildly.
"Release...open, oooo~~" Xia Xiaoxi continued to struggle and beat, but Yu Feng was still like a piece of wood, silent and calm, as if he couldn't feel any pain.
Tears of anger fell from her eyes, but she didn't know he was so stubborn and she couldn't hurt him, but hurt her own hand. She sniffed, stopped struggling and beating, and lay obediently in his arms, sobbing softly.
She knew that Yan Yufeng would never let her go, and struggling would only make her more tired and exhausted.
Seeing that she stopped struggling, Yan Yufeng slowly relaxed. Panasonic frowned and took a long breath. This little woman, if she didn't stop beating, he might be sent to the hospital soon. A pair of small
Pink Fist has such great strength, which shows how powerful the hatred is? If this continues, he will suffer internal injuries even if he does not die.
Women always love to cry so much. No one who was injured cried, but she started crying first. Yan Yufeng shook his head helplessly.
The way she is now makes people hate, anger and pity him. He doesn't know what measures to take. Hate? There is a little bit of hatred in his heart. Angry? It's hard to talk about it. He also realizes that he made a heavy move this morning.
A little bit, and even now my heart is full of guilt. After all, I still don't want to hurt her, and I should have more pity.
He bent his head and kissed her smooth and bright hair. A pair of big hands stroked her hair back and forth, showing pity and comfort. He pursed his lips, and finally couldn't help but say: "I'm sorry, I hurt you again today."
You, I have made you angry all day long. I want to comfort you and coax you, but I don’t know how to speak.
I am a man who has never been in love. I don’t know how to comfort a woman. In fact, when I see you crying, I feel heartbroken and sad... I don’t know what I should do to make you forgive me, but
Now I don't know what else to say except I'm sorry. I will never lie to you in the future. I love you.