Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yun said goodbye softly to Song Chuhui, told her to take care of her body, and prepared to get up and leave here.

However, at the moment when Zhang Yun was about to get up, Song Chuhui hugged Zhang Yun's waist violently, and immediately pulled Zhang Yun back on her body.

Immediately, Zhang Yun was a little confused, thinking that she wanted to repeat her old tricks again, and just wanted to question her, but the next moment, Song Chuhui said to him with tears in her eyes:

"Please don't leave so quickly, I'm really scared alone, stay with me, I don't want you to go, you can't go!"

Song Chuhui's words are sincere, you asked a girl who was full of pain and panic to stay in the hotel alone, how can you not be afraid.

To be honest, if the average man sees a naked beauty begging you to stay with her, I'm afraid they will obey the other party without saying a word.

But Zhang Yun only felt that this would be endless, and he even had a feeling that if he stayed here, this girl would be like a beautiful snake, entangled with him, which made Zhang Yun feel terrified.

The next moment, Zhang Yun said softly to Song Chuhui:

"Don't do that, why don't I take you home, or can you go to a friend's house?"

But then, there were more tears overflowing from Song Chuhui's beautiful eyes, and the two lotus arms hugged him tightly, eager to crush Zhang Yun into her soft body bones, and said with a wry smile:

"I don't have a home, I don't have friends, my friends are all girls, do you really want to send me to them?"

At the same time, Song Chuhui took advantage of Zhang Yun's inattention, and opened his fair-skinned and beautiful legs aggressively, and when he wrapped it around Zhang Yun's waist again, Zhang Yun couldn't move at once.

Just in an instant, Zhang Yun's little face turned back to miserable white, Zhang Yun really never expected that he would be shamelessly deceived by this girl.

But before Zhang Yun was angry and scolded Song Chuhui for being despicable, Song Chuhui gently kissed him on the lips, as if he missed his sweet breath, and kept sucking, but those poignant tears were staring at him all the time.

At this moment, Zhang Yun felt a chilling feeling all over his body, and Song Chuhui's body began to become hot again.

However, just when Zhang Yun thought that he was going to be eaten again, the next moment, Song Chuhui let go of him dejectedly, and said indifferently:

"Let's go!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yun only felt a little surprised, he looked at Song Chuhui's innocent and pretty face that couldn't see any expression, and he didn't dare to think about it, so he got up.

Then Zhang Yun didn't dare to stay longer, turned around and prepared to leave, this time Zhang Yun didn't hesitate, but when Zhang Yun walked to the door, Song Chuhui's voice suddenly drifted into his ears:

"We'll see you in the next life!"

Just in an instant, Zhang Yun's heart rose with that dangerous premonition again, and when he looked back suddenly, he saw Song Chuhui picking up the fruit knife again, ready to stab him in the chest.

At this moment, Song Chuhui's face was full of death-white despair, and her beautiful eyes did not have any brilliance, just staring at the ceiling emptyly.

The next moment, Song Chuhui grabbed the fruit knife and prepared to end himself.

But in the end, she glanced at Zhang Yun deeply, her pale white lips moved, as if she was saying something, and as if she was smiling at him, but that smile made Zhang Yun so frightened.

On the spot, Zhang Yun rushed over regardless of it, with a terrifying expression on his face, but Zhang Yun was too late after all.

Just when Zhang Yun's hand was still two centimeters away from the fruit knife, the knife had already pierced deeply into Song Chuhui's chest, and in just an instant, the extremely beautiful blood flowed out of Song Chuhui's chest.

Following Song Chuhui's no longer rosy skin, it flowed on the sheets under him, completely dyed the white sheets, and just like that, in the end, the entire sheets were completely soaked red.

It's terrifying!

And immediately afterwards, Zhang Yun hugged Song Chuhui, who fell to the ground like a broken kite, looking at the girl's constantly moving lips and increasingly gloomy eyes.

This girl, dying, is in her arms, and her life is passing rapidly.

Song Chuhui is not afraid of death, she has thought about dying countless times, and this time, for Wu Xuemei to die, Song Chuhui does not regret it, since she can't love it, she still lets this love be completely sealed.

However, even so, Song Chuhui still smiled at Zhang Yun, and the last thing reflected in those beautiful eyes turned out to be the appearance of this boy.

It's very strange that Song Chuhui didn't have any sadness and self-deprecation, she didn't feel sad because this person was not Wu Xuemei, she only felt that this person's embrace was really warm, so that her rapidly cold body couldn't help but want to hug more.

And at this moment, Zhang Yun hated himself so much that he bit his lower lip, his eyes were split, why, why didn't he save her, why did he let her kill herself in front of him, he was simply the most sinister bastard in the whole world.

I thought that this girl would be fine, but in the end, this girl still chose to commit suicide, he is the most ridiculous fool in the world.

This kind of extremely painful torture made Zhang Yun's lower lip bitten bloody, and tears, drop after drop, overflowed from Zhang Yun's eyes, and just like that, they fell on Song Chuhui's pretty face, which was completely bloodless.

It even dripped into Song Chuhui's slightly open miserable white mouth.

At this moment, Song Chuhui looked at Zhang Yun's uncontrollable painful appearance, and felt some pain in his heart, but in the end, Song Chuhui only struggled and muttered two words:

"Hold Me ??????"

It wasn't until this moment that Song Chuhui really understood the horror and coldness brought by death, which was eternal darkness and dead silence, which would freeze all her past.

Hearing this, Zhang Yun shed tears of pain, nodded desperately, avoided the fruit knife, and directly hugged Song Chuhui in his arms.

At this moment, Zhang Yun is afraid that there is only one thing to do, this knife has been deeply inserted into her heart, and the only thing left for her is death, he can only hold her gradually cold body as much as possible and give her the last warmth.

And just when Song Chuhui felt that her life was about to come to an end, she actually breathed a sigh of relief, and even she didn't know why, so she asked Zhang Yun a question:

"Do you love me?"

Almost instantly, Zhang Yun nodded vigorously, tried his best to show a gentle smile, and said softly with tears of regret that slowly flowed down:

"Love, I love you, I love you, I love you, I really love you??????"