Stuck In His Heart

The cold war between Consuela and Richie lasted for a long time. And it continued for the rest of the time. As long as they stayed in the same room, the two of them seemed to be releasing low pressure just for the game.

Those who didn't know the truth would think that they had dug each other's graves so they tortured each other so desperately.

But if they knew the truth they could do nothing but shake head and sigh.

However, the onlookers didn't see anything wrong of them.

Of course, it just seemed.

And in this cold air, the first person to surrender was Richie.

"What are you doing? !"

Consuela was deadly pressed in the clothes pile on the big bed that could not be touched. Her face was strained for a long time, and there were cracks all over it.

She tried her best to control her body trembling. Her eyes were full of panic when she looked at the man who suddenly appeared unexpectedly in front of her. Her hands curled up in front of her chest, and subconsciously struggled with her hands holding the hem of her clothes.

He grabbed her waist and pressed her against him to stop her struggling with one hand. Then he pinched her delicate chin with the other. As if ice and frost covered his whole body. He said in a cold voice, "what are you doing? Well, I should ask you! "

"I just want to pack my clothes..." She gently moved her hand and head, but in return, but as a result she was tightened more intensely.

Knowing that Richie wouldn't let go of her, she frowned and shifted her gaze away from him. Not wanting to see his long face, she explained in a low voice.

increase. He gripped her chin more tightly and said angrily, "pack up? Consuela, do you think I can't

long face for so long, he would

bottom line over and over again. And now she was directly packing up her things!

a bottom line to petty temper,

Richie's face. She had a close look at the delicate handsome face

at him in this way, this was her response of fighting back. And this was the only thing

like a tree rooted in deformity, how could it be possible for a normal

been depressed for many days, gradually began

were filled with indifference, alienation, resistance... They were so complex that she couldn't found any regret or

face was as

in a low but elegant

which could pierce through her heart. He lowered his head, buried his face

deserve it..." His patience seemed to be run out.

charming bass slowly drifted away, and then Consuela's big eyes

blinked her eyes and held back the tears that were about to spill over

little fair face, there was nothing else except a touch of rosy that

one, and the bed which was too big to touch the edge

his arms crossed. Even though he was deeply involved in love, he was unwilling to look at the stubborn woman with no expression on

loosened his grip on her arms and looked at her affectionately. He wanted to kiss

"Hum."

met his gaze. Meanwhile, she stole a glance at