The atmosphere in the room was unusually oppressive and cold, and the temperature around the two of them was even lower than the temperature from the air conditioner.

The cold room makes people depressed and panicked, and they want to escape inexplicably.

Qin Yiyang pinched Su Xiaowan's jaw, the strength in his hand was very strong, and Su Xiaowan felt that he was going to be crushed.

She endured the severe pain and met his gaze not to be outdone.

The stubbornness and disgust in her eyes stung Qin Yiyang deeply, and her sharp eyes became a little soft, and she quickly returned to indifference after a moment.

He hid it very deeply, and Su Xiaowan never caught the strangeness in his eyes.

"There are eighteen layers of hell in total, and you can't stand it after only one layer, so next, won't you be even more painful, and it's interesting to think about it. ”

The bone joints squeaked, Su Xiaowan coaxed her eyes, she glared at him angrily, her throat seemed to be stuck with a fish bone, and she couldn't make a sound.

She struggled several times, and the words of anger were finally difficult to say.

Qin Yiyang dragged her away in disgust, picked up a wet tissue from the bedside table, and wiped the place where he had touched Su Xiaowan just now.

Every finger was rubbed carefully, as if it had just touched something unclean.

Such a scene deeply stung Su Xiaowan's eyes, and she kept holding back her anger, and her body trembled slightly because of anger.

Her nails were sunk in the palm of her hand, but she didn't feel the slightest pain.

Compared with the pain outside, the pain in her heart made her feel even more painful.

The tissues were thrown into the trash, and then Qin Yiyang's impatient voice came: "Follow me to the company in ten minutes, I hope you can let me dress up before I go out." ”

Su Xiaowan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and turned to look at him: "What do you have to do to be satisfied?"

"Help me put my clothes on, and I'll tell you. ”

was obviously laughing, but that smile was so terrifying in Su Xiaowan's eyes, like Shura from hell, seeing her have a chill down her spine.

"Do you want me to remind you that your father is still in the mourning hall, do you want him to be buried in peace?"

With a sigh in his heart, Su Xiaowan staggered back two steps, looking at him like a demon.

How she wished that all this was fake, that the two of them could go back to years ago.

But the reality is always so cruel.

Su Xiaowan smiled sadly, and her embarrassed and painful appearance made people feel distressed.

She walked to the head of the bed with heavy steps, stretched out her trembling hand to pick up her clothes, and helped him dress him like an ancient maid serving the prince.

The corners of his lips with a sneer were slightly raised, and Qin Yiyang indifferently stared at Su Xiaowan, who was dressing him seriously.

In this scene, he seemed to go back to the time when they were in love, when she would also help her sort out her clothes.

He subconsciously reached out to touch her face, and when the hand fell, a very discordant picture flashed in his mind.

Su Xiaowan stood in front of the window and brutally pushed the boy under the window.

He pushed violently, and Su Xiaowan was caught off guard and pushed to the ground.

The head slammed into the corner of the cabinet, accompanied by a sharp pain, and a stream of heat flowed down and fell into the eye.

The pestle's hand on the ground propped up the ground, and she staggered to her feet, dizziness in front of her eyes.

Su Xiaowan shook her head vigorously, hoping that she could be more sober.

The moment her hand was removed from her head, her palms were stained with such a dazzling red color, which made her heart tremble.

She looked at her right hand in horror, forgetting to react for a moment.

The right leg stepped forward and wanted to run up to help, but as if thinking of something, the leg that stepped out was pulled back.

The worry on his face gradually turned into indifference: "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and continue to dress me, delay me to go to the company to deal with things, can you afford it?"

Su Xiaowan raised her bloodshot eyes and looked at him blankly.

"This little injury is so scary, when you pushed a child down the stairs with your own hands, why didn't you see that you were so timid?"

With her eyes slightly closed, Su Xiaowan bit her lip tightly, as if she had stabbed a knife in her heart.