Shitong tried hard to breathe a few more breaths of fresh air, and although no one was suffocating, her heart had stopped breathing. Tears slowly slipped down. But I laughed, so lonely!

"It's really dangerous! Death is all around us, you say, can I not stay away? When Shitong said the word death, he looked up at Chang Yichen.

Chang Yichen stretched out his hand to hug her, but Shitong pushed him heavily and asked, "Why don't you kill me?" Can't get your hands dirty? Do you need me to help you? ”

After yelling at Chang Yichen, he grabbed his hand and put it on his neck again: "Come, come on." Strangle me. She really didn't want to cry, even if she crushed her teeth, she couldn't stop the disobedient tears.

Shitong cried, his tears he had seen for a long time, and each time they looked at each other angrily. She was still very fragile, and Chang Yichen hugged the poet who seemed to be crazy tightly.

But she was really crazy, struggling desperately, no matter how tightly Chang Yichen hugged her, she didn't stop breaking free, and finally pushed Chang Yichen away, and said fiercely: "If you can't pinch me, don't want to be quiet." If you don't get divorced, you will suffer. ”

She was cold and resolute, and the word divorce made Chang Yichen's heartache for her even worse: "Okay." You live, I suffer. After saying that, he stood up angrily and left.

Chang Yichen left, and Shitong was like a brace supporting her that was broken, and she was instantly powerless. The position of the heart was covered with one hand, and it hurt, and every time he breathed, it would be unbearable, and the other hand covered his head, and the pain made the delicate facial features gather together. kept appearing as Chang Yichen just wanted to strangle her.

was awakened by Chang Yichen, leaned on the edge of the bed and never slept again, and sat until dawn, accepting the glare of the first rays of sunlight. She felt desolate that no matter what happened, the sun would rise as usual, the earth would continue to turn, and even if she disappeared from this world, few people cared about her existence.

After washing his face with his hands, he got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. It's like waving a hand, and everything doesn't happen, because of Chang Yichen's masterpiece, Shitong found a dress with a high collar to wear.

While eating breakfast, Ling Xue noticed this and asked, "Shitong's weather is so hot today, why did you have a dress with such a high collar?" ”

It sounds like a joke, but it has another meaning, Chang Yichen subconsciously looked at Shi Tong's neck, Shi Tong turned to meet his eyes, the coldness in her beautiful eyes, only he could feel it.

But Shitong smiled at him and said, "No way, Yichen is on my neck." So you have to dress decently. ”

She said it so tactfully, naturally everyone will think that she is covering up the evidence of love! The stiff smile on Ling Xue's face was enough to prove it.

"Huh? Shitong, why did you change to coffee? Be careful! If you accidentally get pregnant, coffee can hurt the fetus. Ling Xue said.

Shitong coldly hooked the corners of his mouth and said playfully: "Oh~ I suddenly want to change the taste, try the coffee without sugar, it's not bad, it's very bitter and astringent." ”

Shi Tong deliberately paused just to see the changes on Ling Xue's face. But Nana, who was standing behind her, couldn't help but get nervous. Because the poet boy wouldn't let Nana say that she already knew about it. So Nana is afraid that if the poet boy says it now, in that case, it will be difficult for Nana to stay here.

"Oh~ Why do you suddenly like to drink bitter coffee?" Ling Xue looked at Shitong with a smug smile and asked. Because she knows that Shitong is bitter in her heart now.

"No! I don't like it, I just want to taste it, I still prefer boiled water, colorless and tasteless, it's good. By the way, I'm full, you two eat slowly. I'll go first. After speaking, the poet boy stood up and prepared to leave.

"Come with us later!" Ling Xue hurriedly said.

This kind of show-off measurement poet has long been tired of it, and reluctantly replied: "We don't go by the way, and there is no need to sit in the same car and waste each other's time, bye." ”