The bright red liquid overflowed in an instant, and the smell of blood quickly spread between the lips and teeth of the two people, washing over the taste buds of the two people.

However, Jing Zhichen didn't care about it, seized the opportunity and drove straight into it as if he didn't want his life, and the tip of his tongue was like a long sword to plunder in the territory he was looking forward to, leaving traces that belonged to him.

Luo Yiyi's waist and head were tightly buckled by Jing Zhichen, and she had no choice but to swing her fist and smash it hard at Jing Zhichen's chest.

But Jing Zhichen was still motionless, Luo Yiyi's fist was like raindrops to him, and it was impossible for him to give up his possession of Luo Yiyi for this reason.

"The view... Reach... Treasure... Let go... I... Put... Open... I"

A broken voice overflowed from the throat, no begging for mercy, only sadness.

Thinking of her love for Luo Jingnan for so many years, thinking of everything she has paid for Luo Jingnan over the years, thinking that everything she has will lose at this moment, and truly stepping into the endless dark hell from now on, Luo Yiyi's tears surged uncontrollably and slipped out of her eyes.

Close your eyes and let all the good hopes and fantasies of the past die in the endless darkness of hell.

From this moment on, she will have nothing to do with a happy past, nothing to do with a fantasy future, nothing to do with happiness, nothing to do with beauty, only sin and sorrow will haunt her.

Suddenly, I felt an astringent and slightly bitter liquid sliding into the corners of my mouth, which was so different from the taste of his blood, but it was mixed together, like poison, injected into the mouths and bodies of the two people.

What is that liquid, what is that astringent, slightly bitter liquid?

With a tremor in his heart, Jing Zhichen opened his eyes suddenly, and was greeted by a beautiful face full of tears.

She cried, she actually cried, and such a cold and arrogant woman actually cried in front of him.

The ghost sent a god, Jing Zhichen let go of his hands, the tip of his tongue withdrew, and his lips left Luo Yiyi's lips and wanted to kiss her crying eyes, but Luo Yiyi suddenly fled from his arms like a frightened little white rabbit and retreated a few steps away.

"Gu Xiaoman..."

Jing Zhichen stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Luo Yiyi, but Luo Yiyi's speed was too fast, he only felt that his palms were cold, and Luo Yiyi had retreated into the corner.

Why is she crying, damn it, why is she crying?

Raising his hand, Luo Yiyi quickly wiped away the tears on his face, forced back the tears in his eyes, and then raised his eyes, and his cold and sharp gaze swept towards Jing Zhichen.

Seeing such a stubborn Luo Yiyi, the softest place in Jing Zhichen's heart was as if he had been poked by a needle, and the nerves tore at the cells in his body, making his body tremble slightly.

"Gu Xiaoman..."

"Don't come here, Jing Zhichen, don't come here. ”

Luo Yiyi's eyes were cold, but his voice was trembling uncontrollably, with a hint of pleading.

Jing Zhichen's eyebrows were frowning, and he suddenly regretted it a little, regretting that he was too anxious, regretting that he actually made Luo Yiyi cry, and regretting that he actually made Luo Yiyi, who was so calm and self-controlled, tremble in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Gu Xiaoman. ”

He bit her twice and he didn't say sorry, but after she bit him, he opened his mouth and said sorry, these three words, he Jing Zhichen never said three words to anyone, at this moment, just because of Luo Yiyi in front of him, he blurted out these three words.

Step by step, Jing Zhichen wanted to get closer and wanted to hug Luo Yiyi into his arms, but Luo Yiyi suddenly laughed and was cold.

"Jing Zhichen, what are you sorry for? Isn't everything you do what you want?"

Jing Zhichen looked at Luo Yiyi, his eyes were full of pure longing and pity, "Gu Xiaoman, haven't you ever thought about me a little?"

Luo Yiluo looked away, she was afraid of the purity in Jing Zhichen's eyes, and he pretended to be so innocent, so that she couldn't help but soften.

"No, I never have. ”

Jing Zhichen stepped forward, stretched out his hand and lifted Luo Yiyi's chin to force her to look at him, "You look at me, you look at me and answer." ”