I like it, and it's because I like it that I can't stay. （ . . ）

It's like the flowers on the tree blooming beautifully, she likes it very much, but she can't pick them at will because of this liking.

If the destruction of her beloved thing is brought about by liking, then she would rather not have this liking.

Jun Bingwu raised his eyes, and the clear light of his eyes shot directly into his eyes: "Mo Huang, let me go, it's good for you and me." ”

Mo Huang's eyes, because of her words, sank in an instant.

"Impossible." He sneered, "Jun Bingwu, you die of this heart, even if you die, you must die by my side." ”

His tone was fierce and resolute, as if he was swearing something, and as if he was warning something.

"What's the point?" For his coldness, Jun Bingwu just laughed, "Mo Huang, you should know that the twisted melon is not sweet." ”

"Twisted melon? Jun Bingwu, you have capable eyes, tell me that you have never liked me. Mo Huang pinched her chin.

The last few words, every word seemed to pop out of his teeth, very heavy, very cold, like a sword of wind and frost, as if it was about to pierce all her calmness.

"What's the point of talking about that now?" Jun Bingwu chuckled indifferently, but he turned his gaze slightly, not daring to look too bright.

"I want to hear from you." Mo Huang spit out a few words softly, but suddenly drank behind him, "Speak!" ”

Jun Bingwu's heart throbbed.

The fingers hanging by her side tightened fiercely, and the nails were embedded in the flesh, making bloody marks, but she pinched deeper and deeper.

"I don't like you, never." After a moment, she raised her eyes and met his gaze, also word by word, speaking very seriously, even with some ridicule: "In this way, are you satisfied?" ”

The cold ice in Mo Huang's eyes became a little thicker, and the hand holding her jaw couldn't help but feel a little more forceful.

Jun Bingwu's fair skin immediately left a few red finger marks, but Mo Huang had no intention of letting go.

Intense pain struck, and Jun Bingwu almost meant that Mo Huang was going to crush her jaw like this.

She frowned, silent.

I don't know if it was the movement of her eyebrows that stimulated him, and after a moment, she let go of her hand and laughed.

"Jun Bingwu, you're lying." He gritted his teeth, unusually firm, "Has anyone told you that your ability to lie is worse than telling the truth?" ”

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Jun Bingwu sneered, but under this sneer, there was a bitterness that only she knew.

If he knew that she would lie, why did he have to ask her for an answer and add to his own blockage, why bother?

Mo Huang's eyes fell tightly on her closed cherry lips, listening to her spit out the words he didn't want to hear, only to feel a burst of fire in his heart, and he really wanted to take a needle to sew her up, so that she would never be able to speak again.

But there was no needle here, and he was reluctant to do that to him.

But in anger, he always had to find an outlet, so he ......

His fingers, through her silky black hair, clasped hard, lowered his head, grabbed the two lips that made him love and hate, and sucked hard, biting like a beast.

Jun Bingwu remained motionless and let him do whatever he wanted.

Dissatisfied, he pushed open her teeth, leaned in to attack the city, and the fiery kiss swept madly.

But she was still just indifferent, not responding, not resisting, her cold eyes were empty like a soulless marionette, and she didn't have any life.

To put it bluntly, kissing her like this is better than kissing a piece of dead wood.

Anger, unwillingness, frustration, all kinds of emotions surged up like a tide, drowning and devouring Mo Huang's reason.

"Jun Bingwu, don't you just want to leave?" Mo Huang sneered, his eyes looked at her as if he was looking at a commodity, contemptuous, sarcastic, "Bingwu, as long as you serve me comfortably today, I will let you leave, and I will never disturb your life, what do you think?" ”

I like it, and it's because I like it that I can't stay.

It's like the flowers on the tree blooming beautifully, she likes it very much, but she can't pick them at will because of this liking.

If the destruction of her beloved thing is brought about by liking, then she would rather not have this liking.

Jun Bingwu raised his eyes, and the clear light of his eyes shot directly into his eyes: "Mo Huang, let me go, it's good for you and me." ”

Mo Huang's eyes, because of her words, sank in an instant.

"Impossible." He sneered, "Jun Bingwu, you die of this heart, even if you die, you must die by my side." ”

His tone was fierce and resolute, as if he was swearing something, and as if he was warning something.

"What's the point?" For his coldness, Jun Bingwu just laughed, "Mo Huang, you should know that the twisted melon is not sweet." ”

"Twisted melon? Jun Bingwu, you have capable eyes, tell me that you have never liked me. Mo Huang pinched her chin.

The last few words, every word seemed to pop out of his teeth, very heavy, very cold, like a sword of wind and frost, as if it was about to pierce all her calmness.

"What's the point of talking about that now?" Jun Bingwu chuckled indifferently, but he turned his gaze slightly, not daring to look too bright.

"I want to hear from you." Mo Huang spit out a few words softly, but suddenly drank behind him, "Speak!" ”

Jun Bingwu's heart throbbed.

The fingers hanging by her side tightened fiercely, and the nails were embedded in the flesh, making bloody marks, but she pinched deeper and deeper.

"I don't like you, never." After a moment, she raised her eyes and met his gaze, also word by word, speaking very seriously, even with some ridicule: "In this way, are you satisfied?" ”

The cold ice in Mo Huang's eyes became a little thicker, and the hand holding her jaw couldn't help but feel a little more forceful.

Jun Bingwu's fair skin immediately left a few red finger marks, but Mo Huang had no intention of letting go.

Intense pain struck, and Jun Bingwu almost meant that Mo Huang was going to crush her jaw like this.

She frowned, silent.

I don't know if it was the movement of her eyebrows that stimulated him, and after a moment, she let go of her hand and laughed.

"Jun Bingwu, you're lying." He gritted his teeth, unusually firm, "Has anyone told you that your ability to lie is worse than telling the truth?" ”

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Jun Bingwu sneered, but under this sneer, there was a bitterness that only she knew.

If he knew that she would lie, why did he have to ask her for an answer and add to his own blockage, why bother?

Mo Huang's eyes fell tightly on her closed cherry lips, listening to her spit out the words he didn't want to hear, only to feel a burst of fire in his heart, and he really wanted to take a needle to sew her up, so that she would never be able to speak again.

But there was no needle here, and he was reluctant to do that to him.