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.

spreading over his face, "You are

"What? I didn't do anything." She pouted.

Where there was oppression, there

life, and that was all. He refused to let her go, and wanted to turn her back into a puppet and continue

couldn't obey.

He glared at her straightly. He endured a spasm in his stomach, then swallowed his saliva, relieved his tight throat, "Then you don’t come back. If you come back, you have to be my

she would leave like a kite without controlling and would

So he couldn't let go. As long as he could get her back, he could force her. He didn’t care whether she was willing or not.

She doesn't need him. Without him, she could live happily, but he needed her. He couldn't have any

could

back was soaked

because this would only make him more irritated. Instead,

"Can't you think for Xiao Jun? He likes you so much. If you take his mum away, he will live with a vicious stepmother. He will be tortured

if those words worked

heart. Xiao Jun was too young, only three and a half years old. He could not

son. If it wasn't for him, you're in the little dark house now. Can you still dazzle outside?"

you can't think of it, you are

"Since I

grabbed her and

intention. She was a little speechless.

Why are you thinking about this?"

"You are the best analgesic." He

curled up, because she couldn’t find anything

are such a bastard."

the time,

die

humiliated and felt like she was asking