It Was You

In the Yan Garden.

In the hall.

Martin helped Cassandra sit down on the sofa and heaved a sigh of relief after making sure that he didn't touch her wound. Martin, who had always been calm and composed in the business world, looked cautious now.

"I'm sorry." Martin sat down with a cold expression on his face.

There was an invisible wave in Cassandra's chest, and her throat moved slightly. She smiled, "It's just a small wound. It's okay. Martin, don't worry."

Martin clenched his fists so tightly that his fingers turned pale. He slowly raised his eyes, which reflected different lights. After a long time, he said word by word, "It's my fault. Do you know that when I heard that you were injured, I wished... How I wish I could kill them all! "

Over the years, he had come to this day stepping on blood and bones. Even his bones were soaked in blood. He was born unparalleled, with strong power. His clansmen were afraid of him and hated him, and no one in the world could stop him.

He had always been decisive, but in front of her, he always restrained himself and wanted to become a normal person with emotions and desires.

Looking at his ferocious face, Cassandra found his eyes were as dark as ink, as if there were two inexhaustible karma fires that would burn her to ashes the next second.

The air in the big room seemed to be frozen into ice in an instant.

But strangely, Cassandra was not afraid at all. In her previous life, she had tried her best to escape, but in this life, she wanted to get closer to him, and even if she was infused into his bones and blood, she was willing to do so.

At that moment, she suddenly understood why such a tiny moth, even though it would be devoured by the flames, still had no regrets.

said in an extremely calm voice, "Martin, I've always wanted

a purulent scar in the past, she would tear it and squeeze out the purulent blood from

whether her choice was right or wrong, but at this point, she had no room for retreat. No matter what the consequences would be, she would accept them

suddenly froze, and the last trace of blood on his face faded away. He stared at Cassandra with burning eyes. For a moment,

a long time, he raised his

life was

eyes, but she just reached out, held the man's hand and pulled it down one

Martin's hand was pulled away by her, his pupils contracted and his pale face was full of disbelief. He thought that she would find a way to

how long it took for him to find his lost voice, "I... I don't know how many dirty things I have done. I used dirty means to get you and even sent people to follow you. You... You... Are you really willing to

have any so-called natural conscience. He was

he had in his life was conspiracy and tricks. He was destined to drag everyone

by his side. He

thought that Cassandra would love

that a filthy man like him didn't deserve her

Cassandra chuckled, "Yes."

Boom! Boom——

on the ground, hitting Martin's head hard. His face suddenly froze,

he had auditory hallucination just

broke out on Martin's back. After a long time, his unusually hoarse voice broke the silence. He almost used up all his strength

of mutual indignation, even if your hands are covered with blood, I like you. Even

face. His chest heaved violently, and the beautiful face of the girl was reflected in