Chapter 156: Lost and lonely, no one can understand 2
"Senior, please don't leave me again, okay?..." Xia Xiaoxi continued talking in her sleep...
After hearing her words, Yan Yufeng immediately sat up straight, his eyes as gloomy as ice, glaring at her with angry and thirsty eyes, his fists clenched, his whole body trembling slightly with anger, and his trembling hands came to her neck.
, I wanted to pinch her hard with one hand until she died.
This shameless woman indeed had another man living in her heart. She even called his name in her dreams. Although he didn't know who that man was, he already vaguely knew in his heart that that afternoon.
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Thinking of this, he couldn't even swallow his breath. He covered her small neck with his hands. He could strangle her to death with just one hand without using two hands. He bit his teeth and lips and glared with a pair of ferocious eyes like fire.
She was still murmuring, and she was so angry that she wanted to swallow her whole body and swallow her into her stomach.
His hands were still trembling slightly. No matter how angry and unbearable he was in his heart, he still couldn't bear to look at her with tender skin and tender flesh. He hated himself for being easily soft-hearted and easily shaken. He never treated others.
He was so soft-hearted, but he couldn't stand her. He stared at her closely, feeling as if his heart had been hollowed out.
He sighed heavily, timidly withdrew his hand, gritted his teeth and walked out of the balcony.
He punched the balcony railing hard, and then the blood on his fist surged out like a fountain and dripped on the ground. He ignored it, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit the flame, and started smoking sadly.
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He clearly knew that his hands were still bleeding. What did these small injuries and pain mean to him? No matter how painful it was, it was as painful as the pain on his head and chest. His heart at this moment was like the blood on his fist.
Usually, it flowed slowly in the corner of his heart, and the pain made him unconscious.
He looked at the dark night sky, with no bright stars or crescent moon. His eyes were dark, silent, and quiet, just like his mood, which was lost, sad, and no one could understand it.
He blew out white smoke gently, and it was smoke, but what he breathed out was loss and loneliness.
After smoking, he still didn't feel sleepy at all, and his sad and irritable heart still couldn't calm down for a long time.
In the dark and quiet night, his back looked so fragile and helpless, and loneliness flowed back and forth in his shadow. Underneath his strong appearance, what kind of fragile and vulnerable soul did he have? Maybe even he
He didn't know either, he sneered in a self-deprecating way.
The woman he loved actually loved someone else, not him. This was the most ironic joke in his life.