"Don't forget to drink a decoction of contraception."

His voice was far away from her, but the meaning of indifference was still clear, and it could always pierce her heart with an understatement.

"Bang!"

There was a dull sound of the door closing, An Xin sat up, looked at the door that he had closed tightly, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her cuffs.

There was still joy in the air. The musk fragrance after love, the redness and swelling underneath are still hot and painful, milk. White liquid flowed down the legs, already in the crooks of the legs. Her pants were soaked, she smiled bitterly, took the silk cloth from the armrest of the chair, and carefully took care of her embarrassed body.

……

The camouflage of indifference on his face faded in an instant when the door closed, leaving only a clear exhaustion and loss.

Take a sip of spirits, but you can't get rid of the suffocation in your chest.

thought that if he was cold to her, his heart would be balanced and he would be able to be quiet, but this was not the case, he "taught" her, and his mood was not only better, but more depressed.

closed her eyes tightly, but a picture of her and Mo Ziming hugging in the snow appeared in her mind, like a couple in love, so tacit and compatible......

Suddenly, he was so upset that he threw the gold bottle at his feet.

Deeply locked his ink eyebrows, he took out the ink painting in the silk jar, opened it, took out the portrait sandwiched in the middle, and stared deeply at the innocent girl inside.

Now only his Ruru can make him regain his peace of mind, but ......

"Ruru, didn't you say that you want to be my lady? Why did you leave me without even saying hello? ”

The trembling fingers carefully touched the face of the person in the painting, and the bright deep eyes were full of melancholy.

Uncle Zhou said that she was gone, and just the second month after he left, she was adopted by a couple who could not have children, and soon after that couple took her to a neighboring country, and after many years, no one knew her whereabouts anymore.

At that time, Chu Lingye couldn't even believe it, but Uncle Zhou was very good to him and Ruru back then, how could he lie to him?

The sea of people is vast, the world is big, and finding someone is also looking for a needle in a haystack, not to mention that so many years have passed?

"Ruru, don't you want to see me again in this life?"

Chu Lingye leaned weakly on the chair, looking at Ru Ru in the portrait in the dim light of the evening, it was dark and windy, he suddenly didn't know it, until he fell asleep like this, he was still holding the portrait of Ru Ru in his hand.

……

An Xin had bathed in the bath room and changed into clean clothes, but it was already dark.

Out of the room, I couldn't help but look at his study, the door was still tightly closed, and he should have never come out since he entered.

He must have hadn't eaten dinner at this time, and she should have asked him to eat, but, thinking of his coldness, she didn't even dare to care about him.

Still hesitating, the door was suddenly pushed open with a "creak".

"Midnight ......"

She looked up and saw the face of the person at the door, and the panic on her face instantly turned into horror: "How could it be you?" ”

The person standing at the door was not Ling Ye, but him, this mysterious man who was as cold as the wind.

He just hooked his lips shallowly, drooping his ink-like starry eyes, and silently looked at her face.

Ling Ye had only come back not long ago, and it was a person, she was sure that there was no one in his study before he returned, but this man was clearly standing in front of him, and in the dim night, it was as if he was not breathing......

Not breathing?!

An Xin was startled by her own thoughts, and became even more panicked: "Why are you in the study in the middle of the night?" What about him? ”

"I killed you."

He opened his thin lips slightly, and his clear voice fell faintly on her frightened little face.