Facing his cold gaze, Ding Dong's gaze trembled slightly.

She didn't know that such a sentence could make him react so much, and now he looked at her expression as if he was going to skin her and cramp.

"Are you in a hurry to dedicate yourself to Wen Chengguo?" he leaned into her ear, and his tone was like a demonic whisper, "Before that, let me taste it, how?"

Ding Dong's pupils suddenly constricted, and endless fear welled up in his chest.

He let go of the hand that was pinching her chin, and just wanted to make a move, but Ding Dong suddenly turned around and wanted to open the door of the study.

Feng Chengyu's eyes darkened, he reached out and tugged at the back of her blouse, pulling her back by the collar and pulling her back.

Ding Dong was dragged by him, took two steps back, and was held by him again in the next second.

He took her into his arms, wrapped his arms around her, and did not move as much as she pushed. He just looked down at her with a pair of deep, silent eyes, his eyes gloomy and his brow furrowed.

"Why are you so resistant to me?"

He asked, a little confused in his tone.

Ding Dong's teeth trembled, his hands clenched into fists and tugged at his collar, looking at him with a frightened face, trembling like chaff.

Feng Chengyu frowned deeply, he had never seen her like this.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but finally buried his head in the kiss.

Her lips trembled slightly, warm and soft, with a kind of demagogic magic.

Just by tasting it, he could barely control himself.

The anger in his chest was mixed with complicated emotions, and he only felt that the string that had been tight in his head seemed to make a crisp sound and break at this moment.

His breathing was struggling, and his big hands were fumbling around her, desperate for an outlet.

But soon, he realizes that something is wrong with the person in his arms.

She just let him hold her with a trembling body, and no longer resisted him, nor did she respond to him, and the whole person was like a marionette, stunned.

Feng Chengyu's movements stopped.

He pulled away from her lips and distanced himself slightly from hers, his eyes looking into her eyes clearly.

Her eyes were distracted, her little face was bloody, and she just stood there, looking at him blankly, her eyes empty and motionless.

Feng Chengyu frowned and called her: "Ding Dong?"

She still didn't respond.

His heart sank, and the ignorant karmic fire in his chest was instantly extinguished. He reached out and patted her cold cheek, wanting her response.

But she still just stood there stunned, as if she had lost her soul.

Feng Chengyu stared, directly opened the door of the study, and carried her back to the room.

When the family doctor arrived, she was still lying on the bed motionless, her eyes staring at the ceiling in distraction, her lips bloody, and her whole person looking frighteningly pale.

Feng Chengyu stood straight to the side, exuding a powerful gloomy aura around him, and watched the old Chinese medicine doctor take her pulse without saying a word.

His jaw was tense, and his gaze was sharp on her slender wrist.

When the pulse was finished, and the doctor withdrew his hand, he immediately asked, "How is she?"

"The pulse is short, ups and downs, it should be hysteria caused by excessive shock, just slow down, there is no major problem for the time being. The old Chinese medicine doctor replied.

"Excessive fright?" Feng Chengyu muttered repeatedly, feeling a little incredible.

He hadn't done anything, how could she be so scared? When he kissed her before, he didn't see her react so much.

"It should be related to some of her past experiences, looking at this girl's current appearance, the heart disease should not be light, and it is good to try to avoid this kind of thing that can frighten her in the future. ”

Feng Chengyu frowned deeply, staring at Ding Dong's bloodless face tightly, and a little uneasy emotion gradually rose in his heart.

Does the past experience refer to the incident on the rooftop in the past?

But if it's that kind of thing, you shouldn't be scared like this.

Vaguely, he seemed to realize something.

Why did he apologize to her after learning about the past, and she still looked cold when he was kind to her?

Why did she want to distance herself from him, and would rather choose to get close to Wen Chengguo than seek his protection?

With thousands of thoughts lingering in his heart, Feng Chengyu stood in place in silence for a long time, and suddenly made a little clear from it.

Is her past really as he knows?

Did he miss something?

They haven't seen each other for three years, and in the past three years, has anything else happened to her?

In those years when he couldn't see, did she experience other events that were enough to leave a shadow on her?

Thinking of this possibility, his heart suddenly fell downward.

He walked out of the room and made a phone call to Lin Sen—

"I want all the information of Ding Dong in the past three years, the more detailed the better, and quickly. ”

After the call, he returned to his room.

The doctor had already left, and Ding Dong was still lying on the bed in a daze, like a lifeless doll, empty and quiet.

He stared at her like this, and a touch of distress crossed his eyes.

He didn't mean to hurt her, but he always brought her all kinds of suffering.

Feng Chengyu sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over to give her a kiss on the forehead.

Her eyes moved slightly, but the person still didn't react.

He put her pale and cold hand in the palm of his hand, and looked at her quiet face with deep eyes, remorseful in his heart, but to no avail.

Knowing that she would become like this, he came according to her wishes, and he supported her no matter what she wanted to do.

He is used to watching everything and controlling everything, but he can always easily get out of control when he encounters things related to her.

He kept Ding Dong quietly like this, and she maintained this state for nearly three hours before the whole thing slowly came back to her senses.

The first thing Ding Dong did when he regained consciousness was to withdraw his hand from his.

She had a cold expression, as if nothing had happened, and she didn't look at him, just turned her back sullenly, leaving him sitting on the edge of the bed with a lonely back.

Feng Chengyu looked at his empty palm, only to feel that his chest seemed to be empty.

"Ding Dong. He called to her softly, in a very gentle tone.

She ignored it, her whole body tensed, like a spring.

"I'm sorry. He said.

Ding Dong moved slightly, but still didn't look back at him.

But as the saying goes, he who does not know is not guilty. After a long time, he sighed, "You don't say anything, what should I do?"

She looked back at him, her gaze cold.

"Get out. ”

Her voice was stiff and her eyes were cold.

The first time he saw her cold look, he was rarely angry, but he was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and left her room.