Kill Me, Heal Me

She said that she had never loved him; she said that the most she regretted in her life was to meet him... word by word, mixed with thousands of emotions, sounded in the small car. Ethan's expression, from bewilderment, doubt, humiliation, to anger... flashed on his cold face, and the breath in the compartment suddenly reached the freezing point. He turned to stare at her as if he had just met her. "Have you never loved me?" He leaned forward and bullied towards her. Belle’s face turned ashy, staring blankly ahead, "No."

"you regretted to meet me in the end?" Every word, almost biting out of his mouth, the aura of a man's aggression was getting closer and closer, and he squeezed her chin with one hand to force her to raise her head. Belle's eyelids drooped and her long eyelashes covered her panic and regret, but also blocked Ethan's fleeting expectations. "Yes, I regret it." If she didn't meet him, she wouldn't fall in love with him. If she didn't fall in love with him, Belle was still Belle, or the beautiful and passionate Belle in Gang City. Then her child would not be gone, and Ryan would not die because of saving her. She wished she had never met him.

"Belle, are you tired of living?" Ethan's face was covered with frost, and his deep, gloomy eyes flashed a burning flame. Reaching out his hands, Belle was dragged into his arms by him, and Ethan rolled over and pressed her underneath. "If you think your life is too long, I don't mind helping you end it." Icy fingers were climbing up her slender neck like a viper. "Say, those words you just said are just angry words!" He did not allow, and she would never be allowed to deny the fact that she had loved for so many years in a word. Why did she not love him? He had refused and been indifferent to her for so many years, didn't it seem that he was foolishly sentimental?

It was still too cheap for me to send me to prison. If you killed me, I might thank you." "You— —” The palm was gripped with a little force, and the original pale face was almost white, and the painful fuchsia loomed in the transparency. The suffocation of death came up, and she only looked

really not afraid of death. Why? Because Levi didn't want her anymore? The palm slowly relaxed, and Belle took a deep breath and opened her eyes to look at Ethan, not understanding how he let her go again. Because of the resurgence of breath, two red patches appeared on her face, lining her clear eyes, there was a strange and unique beauty. The two were too

to Belle five years ago, this woman was simply ugly, with bruises on her face and blemishes. He still remembers her skin as soft boiled eggs that had just been peeled off. No one could find a woman with better skin than her. Fingers, hooking her messy bangs, warm palms slowed down the forehead, gently touching her cheeks, then he frowned, and asked an irrelevant question: "what your married man had been doing to you

and narrow eyes were cold and clear, and his lips were lifted: "Even

chance to leave me." Ethan just can't get used to her lifelessness, and he must stimulate her with some words. The more angry she got, the more satisfied he was. Belle was really angry with him, he can say everything, curse her, humiliate her, and even threaten her,