Mo Yichen was like a leopard with a vigorous head, the danger and cruelty that burst out of his body, he pressed Mo Ning into a specimen and fixed it under him, and he angrily Mo Ning shouted out words, which were similar to wanting to roll and want to escape.

"Let go of.... Let me go...."Mo Ning's waving fist was easily pressed on top of Mo Yichen's head, but Mo Ning still shook his body desperately, his two feet kept kicking, he didn't want to die, at the moment of cutting his wrists, Mo Ning thought that if she survived, she would rather die with Mo Yichen, even if it was just a fish death in the end.

Mo Yichen's gaze is sharp, he has never known what flexible means to use, his strong temper has become hot because he has not been able to get the feelings he wants, not to mention, what is accumulating in his heart at the moment is a clogged depression that makes him impatient.

Mo Ning committed suicide, wanted to escape, and hated herself.

It's hateful....

In fact, megalomaniacs always like to deceive themselves.....

Mo Yichen saw that Mo Ning was still shaking his body frantically, his face suddenly turned hideous, and without saying a word, he slapped Mo Ning in the face with his backhand, and shouted: "You move again!" ”

Mo Yichen never knew how powerful his slap was, so much so that he could always throw a slap without any hesitation when he was in a mood.

Ignoring the consequences of the palm she threw out, Mo Yichen yanyan impatiently pulled off her pajama pants, and went to pull the last piece of protection on Mo Yichen's body, leaning over and burying her head in Mo You's neck to ask for a kiss, like a greedy beast tasting the taste that made him want to stop.

Mo Ning really calmed down, lying motionless under Mo Yichen, Mo Yichen looked up with a smile, "Be a little better..."

Mo Yichen was suddenly startled, his black pupils dilated in vain, and he looked at the woman with his eyes closed under him in disbelief, his fine eyelashes no longer beating, his pale face was lifeless, and the side of his face that had been beaten burst into red marks on his five fingers, and he fell into a cold sleep, silent, as if he was ..... Dead as well.

"Mo Ning!" Mo Yichen's expression changed slightly, he screamed hurriedly, and reached out to pat Mo Ning's face a few times, "Is it pretending to be dead?" Wake me up! ”

Mo Ning didn't make any movement, Mo Yichen looked at Ye Mu in disbelief, the wound on Mo Ning's wrist had cracked, the blood reflected the red gauze, and flowed down Mo Ning's white wrist, Mo Yichen only felt that his temples were jumping suddenly, and he came back to his senses after half a sound, and quickly got off the bed, his voice was a little shaky, and he roared: "Someone!" ”

Because Mo Ning had just woken up, his body was already weak, so he naturally couldn't bear Mo Yichen's palm, and when he cut his wrists, the damage to his body was already great, and Mo Yichen's palm really almost sent Mo Ning back to the west.

It was midnight when Mo Ning woke up, probably after sleeping for a long time, so after waking up, she didn't feel sleepy at all, Mo Ning raised her hand and looked at the back of her hand, and sure enough, she hung up a drip again.

The hand unconsciously touched the face that had been beaten before, and there was a tingling pain when he touched it, and the capillaries under the skin seemed to be torn apart by Mo Yichen. Mo Ning's fingers were inserted into the broken hair in front of his forehead, his palms covered his godless eyes, and he sobbed softly.