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.

her shoulder. A deep pain spread in his eyes, spreading over his face, "You are

didn't do anything." She

was oppression, there was resistance.

let her go, and wanted to turn her

She couldn't obey.

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 wife again. I won't give you

leave like a kite without controlling and would

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

happily, but he needed her.

could only

was soaked by fearing.

only make

away, he will live with a vicious stepmother. He will be tortured in every way. Will you

lips moved, as if

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

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

would help me think of a perfect solution. If you can't think of it, you are not

I promised you, I

that, he grabbed her and threw her onto the sofa.

intention. She was

a stomachache? Why are you thinking about this?"

are the best analgesic." He smiled

up, because she couldn’t find anything to cover

such a

two choices. First, I’ll go straight, then we can save the time, but you will definitely not be comfortable. Second,

She wanted to die on his chest.

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