"Is it dead?" Ou Jinyu's words asked mercilessly. If you like this, please recommend it to your friends and remember our web address.

Listening to the man's footsteps in the early summer, he didn't mean to panic at all, he walked slowly upstairs, and she was like a dog wandering on the side of the road, no one paid attention to her, no one took pity on her.

Xiao Mao ran out of nowhere, her big eyes rolling around, watching her curl up in the corner, it stared at her, its mouth let out a whimpering low growl, and then gently licked her tearful face.

Early summer even saw in Xiao Mao's clear eyes what she couldn't see in human eyes, pitiful, she actually saw pity, its licking was from its inner comfort, and she had been reduced to asking a dog to pity herself.

She made eye contact with it, and for the first time she looked at it at the same angle, and she suddenly felt that she was so pathetic, what was the difference between herself and a pet dog, they were all tools to make people laugh, and when he laughed, she had the meaning of existence, and when she annoyed him, he could kick her away.

Struggling to get up, she wanted to forget the pain all over her body for a while, she just wanted to ask him one word, a sentence that was already in her heart, asked thousands of times in her dreams, Ou Jinyu, do you love me a little?

She staggered onto the handrail of the stairs, up step by step, as if there was no end to this despicable and despicable path, and she laughed at herself, but she did not hear the sound in the hallway.

He stood in the dark, quietly watching the woman walking towards him, her figure was as erratic as a ghost, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, he was never a person who could bear it, at the moment he just wanted to crush her and tear her apart, but these seemed to be unable to resist the slightest pain in his heart, the feeling was obviously terrifying, as if the woman hurt a point, he would be in pain.

He pulled her into his arms and rubbed her cheeks, "Why?"

"Love him?" roared, his voice full of sparks.

Chu Xia was stunned and didn't respond, just looked at him a little obsessively, this person was once as far away as the stars in the sky, the dazzling light shone on the earth, and she was just a small grain of sand under the light, he wouldn't see her adoring eyes, let alone know her heart that had already been secretly promised, her heart fell on him from the first moment she saw him, how could there be someone else's existence, but he was asking her this question.

Five years, when she thought that her heart was about to recover, she found that the wound was always bleeding, never stopped, she didn't hurt, but she was used to it, or rather, the laceration wound was left by her on purpose, because she wanted to remember him, because she was afraid that she would forget the most important person in her life.

In the end, she was finally "together" with him, although the nature of this together was a little sour, and this kind of stay was permeated with the humiliation of annihilating his personality at every moment, but she was still reluctant to let him be unsatisfactory.

She laughed miserably and quietly stroked his hand, just holding it, still without words.

Her silence angered him even more, he increased the strength of his hands, but in his heart he was angry at her stubbornness, did she not even want to say a word now?

He shook off her hand and suddenly asked, "Hate me?"

She was stumbled by him, but he just looked at her from a distance, and saw that she almost fell to the ground, she tried to stand on her arms, and said softly, "What do you want me to do?"

Ou Jinyu was suddenly asked by her, what does he want this woman to do, it seems that her happiness and sadness are not what he wants to see, her smile just bloomed is so beautiful that it can melt the iceberg of the North Pole, but she can't warm his heart, he doesn't know what will happen to him below, but he knows that no matter what he does, he will never be happy again.

Without words, only deeds to fill in, he dragged her into the room, familiar movements, familiar steps, familiar cold eyes, early summer desperately gave up on himself, allowing the man to put himself in that position of being slaughtered and ravaged again and again.

His hand tore not only her clothes, but also her last dignity as a human being, and she heard herself begging, "Ou Jinyu, don't ??????"