The moon stood on the carpet like a slim maiden. She shines through the clouds and dust, emitting a bright soft light.

From afar, it looks like a big light.

Nangong Yingtian walked to the balcony without saying a word, he needed to be quiet.

The evening breeze gusted, and the summer wind was mixed with a hint of fragrance, which gradually soothed his restless heart.

Stunned looking at the hand that had just hit her, he just wanted to teach her a lesson and make her apologize to himself, he thought that when Yun Mengmeng apologized to himself, he would be very happy and would have a sense of superiority, but when she apologized to herself, he found out that he was wrong.

It was as if his chest was being choked by a pair of large hands, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He didn't understand why he, who used to kill people without even blinking an eye, was so uncomfortable just by slapping her in the face?

Think about the bits and pieces of being with her in the past few days, think about her stubborn little eyes, think about the stiffness of her body.

That stupid woman is starting to be afraid of herself?

Does that stupid woman hate herself?

Will she leave herself?

No, it won't.

Where can she go without herself?

With no money on her, where can she live?

What to eat?

Thinking about it this way, the originally panicked heart calmed down at the moment.

Do you regret it?

I don't regret it, because the heart hurts.

He usually doesn't smoke, but now he smokes one cigarette after another, and he doesn't realize it until the ground is covered with cigarette butts.

Yun Mengmeng lay helplessly on the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, her heart was so uncomfortable, her body was so uncomfortable, her face was so hot and painful, she didn't dare to touch it.

She didn't dare to look in the mirror, she was also a girl, she also loved beauty, as long as she imagined what she looked like now, she couldn't accept it.

I shuddered, my whole body hurt so much, it was as if the whole person had fallen into the ice cellar, cold and cold...... I couldn't help but think of the scene just now, he actually hit her again, really hit her.

Does he hate her so much?

So why keep her around?

Didn't you just talk back to him, and he actually beat himself?

If he doesn't admit his mistakes, he still wants to fight?

Thinking of this, tears flowed down like pearls with broken threads, as if they were going to cry out all the grievances of the past few days.

First of all, he was slapped inexplicably this morning, and he was locked in the house at night, looking for clothes and almost being by a strong girl, wearing clothes and being slapped by him again, and being slapped again...... When salty tears crossed his cheeks, there would be a tingling pain on his face.

Can't even cry anymore?

She couldn't tell what it was like, like when she was hungry and suddenly found an apple, but after taking a bite she knew it was bad.

Since he hates himself so much, then he shouldn't stay by his side with a dead face.

She is not the Virgin, she has no way to forget this qiē, and there is no way to continue living as if nothing happened.

A thought popped into my head.

Yes, that's the best way to do it.

This task is really difficult, it's so difficult, she really can't complete it, let her go, I'm sorry, the boss can scold as much as he wants.

Nangong Yingtian, let's leave it like this, maybe this is the best ending...... That night, it was as soft as a lake and as faint as smoke.

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