Love in full bloom

"I’m not very good. You tortured me for a full three months. We are even now. I don’t owe you. You don’t owe me, either. From now on, we’ll live our own lives, ok?"

She talked so plainly, so ruthlessly, as if she didn't have any attached to him.

This was undoubtedly to add salt to his wound.

He let go, lest he lose control and crush her chin.

Then he rushed to the counter, poured a glass of wine, and drank it. He needed the power of alcohol to anesthetize his painful nerves.

After a while, his stomach was convulsed by the stimulation of alcohol.

He snorted, and bent down subconsciously, but did not stop the urge to drink. He poured another glass, prepared to pour into his mouth, as if deliberately tortured himself.

Mo Qinyu rushed over and snatched the cup away. "You have a stomachache. You drink so lot. Do you want to have a gastrorrhagia shock?"

His breathing was heavy and quick, like a wounded beast gasping, "You should wait for me to die. If I die, you will have freedom."

Her fingers holding the wine glass tightened slightly. She raised her head sharply and drank the wine for him.

It was hard liquor, not red wine. She coughed, tears flying.

"Stupid. Why do you drink it?" He picked up a bottle of mineral water and threw it to her.

Her throat was dumb. It was like a burning pain. She almost drank a large bottle of mineral water to ease the pain.

"Qin Yichen, you have a tyrannical tendency, not only torture me, but also torture yourself." She said in a husky voice.

over his face, "You are

do anything."

was oppression, there was resistance.

own life, and that was all. He refused to let her

couldn't

throat, "Then you don’t come back. If you come back, you have to be my wife again. I won't give you the right to choose. I won't let you run away again, even if you blame me and hate me,

he let go, she would leave like a kite without controlling and would not look back.

As long as he could get her back, he could force her. He didn’t care whether she was willing

happily, but he needed

could only be lonely for life.

was soaked by

him, because this would only make him more irritated. Instead,

his mum away, he will

as if those words

Xiao Jun was too young, only three and a half years old. He

thank you for having a good son. If it wasn't for him, you're in the little dark house now. Can

a perfect solution. If you can't think of it,

little black-eyed, and looked very deep, "Since I

that, he grabbed her and threw her

understood his intention. She was

stomachache? Why are you thinking

the best analgesic." He smiled

up, because she couldn’t find anything to cover her body.

such a

have two choices. First, I’ll go straight, then we can save the time, but

to die on his chest.

choose the second." She felt humiliated and felt like she was asking for the mercy of her guests.