The wheezing sound gradually subsided. Mo Ning lay motionless, tears rolling down her eyes. Although she didn't want to admit it, she couldn't deny that she was in love with this satanic man. She didn't know when it started. By the time she found out, the heart was no longer her own.

What could make her sadder than falling in love with such a man who takes advantage of herself every day. I remember when she promised to be a pet for him, she once told herself that she could lose everything, but not this heart. Because that would only put herself in a place of no return, but now she still hasn't done it, she has nothing, she really has fallen into a place of no return.

Mo Ning hid under the covers, sobbing slowly. She will never ask Mo Yichen to pay for this relationship, and Mo Yichen will never marry her, what she has paid is an emotion that will never belong to her. Thinking of this, my heart hurts even more. The sobs were louder.

Someone once said that in the world of feelings, if whoever pays first, then the loss will make that person. And she knows that she can't do it, and her end can only be tragic.

"Mo Ning, but why are you so obsessed?" Warning himself, Mo Ning pressed hard against his chest, it hurt so much.

Mo Yichen sat up from the bed. He stared at the ink in the quilt, watching the twitching of the quilt, his heart seemed to be caught by something, uncomfortable.

What the hell was she upset about? Mo Yichen found that he had never understood women, he had disdained to understand before, but now he had no way of understanding. Yes, if it had been before, he would have thrown his hands away without hesitation. He would sit here and watch Mo Ning cry silently.

Hands stretched out in mid-air. He wanted to comfort Ning well, but found that he didn't know where to start. His hand stayed in mid-air like this, listening to Mo Ning's sobbing, and he was even more upset.

"Mo Yichen, when did you become like this." Mo Yichen was inexplicably annoyed by his attitude, and wondered when he started to care about Mo Ning like this. It's different from other women's care.

Because of this woman, he Mo Yichen has become a lot of concern when doing things.

Scratching at his hair in annoyance. "No, you can't go on like this, Mo Ning is just an enemy to you, you can only be an enemy." Mo Yichen resisted in his heart, "Women should always be like clothes, wear more if they fit, and change them at any time if they don't fit, if a piece of clothing easily restricts you, then this dress should be changed as soon as possible." ”

But is he willing? Mo Yichen understands the truth, but is he willing to do this? He had been thinking about this for a long time, and he had also wanted to have a good relationship with Mo Ning, but every time he refused. Because Mo Ning was always by his side, he could leave when he was annoyed, and he could come back if he thought about it, so he refused to think about such a strenuous matter.

There were several times when he felt as if he understood the emotions between him and Mo Ning, but many times it blurred the relationship between the two. But judging from the current situation, he has to think about it again, Mo Ning has deeply influenced him and affected him.

Wrapped the clothes on her body tightly, it was already spring, and the weather was a little cold, but Mo Ning still liked to walk around the back garden, because in this way, she could feel that she was still alive, she still existed.

Mo Yichen hadn't been in her sight for days. Maybe that's a good thing, at least she doesn't have to suffer from that inhuman torture anymore.

Perhaps, Mo Yichen is right, we all need to calm down. That day, Mo Ning still clearly remembered that Mo Yichen got dressed and stood in front of the bed, although she was covered in the quilt, she knew that Mo Yichen had been standing in front of the bed.

Mo Yichen said: I'll give you time to calm down. Then he left, Mo Ning cried bitterly, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered over the past few days, until she had no strength, she nested quietly in the bed, and everything that had happened recently flashed in front of her eyes.