Xia Ling sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking him with his fingers and frowning, trying to soothe his melancholy. But as soon as her fingers touched, Mo Haoteng turned around, Xia Ling's hand was in the air, and he couldn't help but sneer and get up by himself.

For him, at this time, how could she still try that she could soothe his sorrow, he had always been so indifferent, so brutal and domineering, such a man, where could she need to be soothed? she was just an accessory that he had been possessing for a long time.

Did he love her? I'm afraid he didn't even understand what love was, otherwise how could he have summoned her back at this time, and lingered, she refused, but he forcibly dragged her into the room, and now the bruises on his body were evidence of his sin after the violence.

The night deepened, but the heart became clearer.

Lighting Davidoff's cigarette in her hand, she rarely smokes, but this is what she wants to smoke, every time after sex, she never feels very happy, on the contrary, she only feels boundless loneliness and loneliness, ethereal in the smoke, she doesn't like this feeling, she wants to get rid of it, and from now on she will only live like this. For so many years, it has become the purpose of her survival to defeat him quietly.

Mo Haoteng was woken up by the smell of smoke, opened his eyes, and a lonely figure stood on the balcony outside the room, lonely and indifferent, she was wearing pink pajamas, slim in the night, smoke around her, indescribable melancholy and ethereal. His heart overflowed with an indescribable pity, guilt.

"Ling, give me a little time, I will love you well. Mo Haoteng hugged Xia Ling from behind, buried his head deep in her neck socket, and the beautiful baritone said in a deep voice, he wanted to give her the richest love in the world.

Xia Ling was taken aback, she didn't expect him to get up, Mo Haoteng was too abnormal today, maybe it was because he felt sorry for her, so he gave her an illusion of gentleness and lingering.

Xia Ling took a step forward, untied the hand holding her, turned around and stood opposite him, the cigarette butts on his fingertips flickered on and off, Xia Ling's heart flashed with various flavors, sarcasm prevailed, she raised her head, her face was even thinner in the dark, and the perfect silhouette couldn't help but make Mo Haoteng's heart throb, but unexpectedly, Xia Ling smiled coldly, and there was a ridicule on the corner of his lips that couldn't be concealed, "Mo Haoteng, when you said you loved me well, do you know love?"

Mo Haoteng was stunned for a moment, Xia Ling fled from his embrace so quietly, and questioned him, his originally tender eyes instantly darkened, and there was an indescribable horror in the night.

The night is even more silent!

In the past, Xia Ling would definitely not ask such a question, which is tantamount to asking for boredom and shame. Questioning Mo Haoteng's understanding of love and his ability to love is simply asking for his own death. She resisted him in her heart, but she had always been as docile as a cat, and even if she was so hard that her teeth were tickling, she was crazy in her own heart.

And today, she couldn't help but want to stimulate him and provoke him. A ruthless and indifferent man like Mo Haoteng, is he worthy of love? Does he understand love?

Xia Ling's eyes were focused, she knew that she had almost wiped out his rare good temper, Mo Haoteng's eyes became more and more gloomy, and the aura exuded from his body made Xia Ling breathless, and there was a feeling of plucking hair on a tiger's buttocks. Fortunately, there was no dangerous atmosphere as Xia Ling imagined, he just snorted indifferently and asked disdainfully, "Do you understand?"

"I don't understand, but I know that staying by your side, I will never be able to have love!" Xia Ling sneered, his voice was not loud, and his smile looked miserable and goodbye.

Love, in fact, she doesn't understand it, but if she stays by his side all the time, she will lose the ability to love.

These words fell into Mo Haoteng's ears, which was both abrupt and harsh. What does it mean that if she stays with him, she can't have love? Does he prevent her from getting love? What time does he not give her full love?

"Do you want to leave me?" Mo Haoteng felt a strange and dangerous feeling in his heart, and asked in a deep voice, as if his prey was about to be snatched away, and his whole body became alert. He doesn't allow everything to get out of his control, Xia Ling is his, yes in the past, yes now, and so in the future!

Xia Ling looked at the man opposite indifferently, the emotions in his eyes became more and more indifferent, his reaction was normal, savage, possessive, indifferent, she pinched off the cigarette butt in her hand, and laughed, "Isn't it okay......?"

"No, don't think about it for the rest of your life!" Mo Haoteng's eyes were full of anger, and he raised his hand and slapped him hard, and five distinct fingerprints appeared on Xia Ling's face, and the blood oozing from the corners of his mouth was particularly enchanting.

One second was an angel, the next second was a devil, talking about Mo Haoteng, and his emotions became faster than turning a book. Fortunately, Xia Ling is used to it.

"Mo Haoteng, don't be like this! I'm just the clothes on your body, one of the countless pieces, why do you have to embarrass me?" Xia Ling's head was slightly offset, and she gently licked the blood on her lips with the tip of her tongue, salty, and seemed to be used to being beaten by him, so she didn't react much, but asked more lightly.

"Am I embarrassing you? I'm embarrassing myself!" Mo Haoteng became uncontrollably excited, and after hitting her, he grabbed Xia Ling's hand hard, as if the kite he had been holding in his hand was suddenly about to break, Xia Ling said that he wanted to leave him, and he would be hysterical and angry. He could hold her for so many years, but he couldn't get her heart. In the past, he could keep her by his side by various means, such as threats, such as body, such as money, but now these are no longer important to Xia Ling.

"You let go of me!" Xia Ling struggled hard to let go of his hand and roared loudly, like a trapped beast trying to break free from the cage, but Mo Haoteng pinched it tighter and tighter like a plice, pinched harder and harder, unable to break free, and the pain made Xia Ling's tears come out.

"You hate me so much, you want to leave me so much?"

"Yes, I hate you! I hate you more than anyone else!" Xia Ling's eyes were resolute, and his voice was colder than ice. Tonight she has challenged his bottom line again and again.

"Then I'll make you hate me for the rest of your life!" Mo Haoteng violently pulled Xia Ling, threw her on the bed, turned around and left the room, and pressed the door lock button.

She was placed under house arrest again.

Mo Hao came and went in a gust of wind, if it weren't for the blue and purple marks on her body, it would hardly be obvious that he had come.