No, there's no going back.

He is no longer him, and he is no longer himself, Xiang Qing has thought about the ending of the two thousands of times, but he doesn't know that at this time, he is actually cold.

Mo Zixuan treated himself like this, and admitted to Qing again and again that until now, she still loves this man.

Do you remember to eat or not?

However, even if she is deeply loved, she is already tired, and I don't know why, the past comes to her mind, but it is like a burning flame, and there is always a day when it will be extinguished.

Vacantly looking at the handsome face close at hand, his eyebrows were still so handsome, and his long fingers unconsciously attached to the handsome face that he was obsessed with his lips, and Xiang Qing felt sad in his heart.

But there was no way to convince myself to accept a new beginning.

There was a cool temperature on his face, the man's deep dark eyes opened, and he reluctantly let go of her lips, Xiang Qing at the moment was docile, but it was also empty.

He looked at her, his heart was very uncomfortable, he didn't understand how Xiang Qing's heart was long, why she still refused to bow her head until now.

As long as she relented and said that she was wrong and that she shouldn't have left him in the first place, he didn't care about all the consequences, and they could be together again.

But......

She just looked at him stupidly, without a trace of special in her eyes, that look made his heart hurt very much, and he was rolling with thick anger.

"Xiang Qing...... We ......" There was a slight uncertainty in the man's words, he looked at her faintly, leaned his head, and bit her little face hard.

There, it's pink.

Xiang Qing raised her head, because of the pain on her face, her little eyebrows furrowed slightly, and finally recovered a trace of thought, she looked at Mo Zixuan, puzzled.

Why bite her?

The corners of the man's lips were evil, but there was a hint of sadness in that smile, no, what kind of expression it was, Xiang Qing didn't know very well.

He just said, "We, what are we?" Why don't you finish the story?

Lowering her eyebrows, Xiang Qing wanted to touch her aching cheeks, but because her hands were imprisoned by men, she didn't dare to make any sound.

opened her mouth and wanted to say something to Qing Qing, but what responded to her was only the sound of babbling in her throat, smiling bitterly, she didn't move.

How could Mo Zixuan not understand what Xiang Qing meant, the strength in his hand slowly relaxed, he looked at the weak body in front of him, and he was speechless for a while.

What should I say?

The black pupils slowly contracted, the man's handsome face slowly became helpless, his big hands were clenched, and his gaze was a little far-reaching.

For a long time, as if he had made some major decision, he got up, his long body was condescending, and all that was left in front of Xiang Qing was a pair of black and shiny leather shoes.

"Xiang Qing, let's be together." Yes, let's be together, torture each other, life is better than death, in short, he understands that he can't escape, and he won't let her escape.

What the?

What did he say? Didn't he hate himself? Why do you say that?

What does it mean to be together, does he really understand it? In this situation, is his words a whim, or is it true?

The little hand gestured, and Xiang Qing hesitated, "What do you mean?" “

The man smiled, still looking at her condescendingly, he intimately depicted Xiang Qing's eyebrows and eyes with his eyes, and the feeling in his heart was both nostalgic and indescribable.

He still doesn't understand why he has to keep Xiang Qing by his side, is it love? Yes, but how to solve the hatred and helplessness in the past two years?

The man was silent, looking at her.

Biting his lip, Xiang Qing also raised his head and looked at him, his little hands held the corners of his clothes tightly, his eyes widened, and he had a trace of brilliance.

Mo Zixuan likes to look at her like this, it's better than looking empty and godless just now.

"Literally, you'll be by my side, forever! But......" the man tilted his head, looking out the window at the gloomy sky, and put his hands in his pockets, "I won't give you any promises." “

What does he mean? Xiang Qing lowered her head, she smiled bitterly, how could she still not understand what Mo Zixuan meant, he said that he had to be by his side, but he would not marry him, is that what he meant?

"Don't you want to?" The man retracted his deep gaze and looked at her, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, why, did he wronged her?

Don't want to stay by your side?

So who does she want to stay by?

His face became a little gloomy, and his thin lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't hide the slightest panic and anger, just a calm face and a sneer.

Xiang Qing was stunned, lowered her head, she looked at the cool reflective marble, silently shed tears, her heart was like a twist, and it hurt.

Then, after the silence, Xiang Qing broke out in a cold sweat, she bit her lip, raised her head, looked at the man, and gestured with her little hand.

"So, you, will you let me go?" Xiang Qing hesitated, trembled, or asked her last glimmer of hope.

The man's eyes were slightly cold, he looked at her, and said indifferently, "Delusional." “

Xiang Qing didn't know what was left of the heart-wrenching pain in her heart, she smiled bitterly, but she was crying fiercely in her heart.

Looking at him stubbornly, Xiang Qing bit her lip, her strength was so strong that she even felt the smell of blood, she smiled and nodded.

Yes, let's be together, anyway, there is no longer that gentle man in my heart, and the previous Mo Zixuan really has no room in my heart.

Since he wanted to torture himself, he endured it until he was tired of wanting to abandon himself for the third time, even if it was the end of his life, it didn't matter.

The man's handsome face was slightly moved, and he vigorously pulled up Xiang Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, and hugged him fiercely into his arms.

This is not a hug between lovers, but like an enemy, there is no trace of warmth at all.

Xiang Qing smelled the faint fragrance on his body, her eyes were moist, her little hand did not hug his body back, but was silently stunned.

Until, I heard the sound of my heart breaking hard.

Mo Zixuan, if this is what you want, then I have nothing to fear.

Gently closing his eyes, Xiang Qing let him carry himself back to the gray-white bed, and watched him unbutton his clothes.

The slightly cool touch invaded and calmed his body, his eyes were deep, with a faint emotion that a man should have, he looked at Xiang Qing's stubborn expression playfully, waiting for her to beg for mercy.

How could Xiang Qing really not know Mo Zixuan's original intention, he was playing with himself, no matter what kind of mood he was in.

The little hand pulled at her stripped shirt, she bit her lip, repelling his movements, but her body was honest.

"Xiang Qing, I want you to give me a response, I don't understand." I didn't plan to hurt Xiang Qing like this, but just now in bed, her empty and numb appearance made her heart hurt hard.

She rejects herself like that, but she pretends to care at all, just like that, "You can do whatever you want." His expression made him desperately torture Xiang Qing's little body.

Her lips had been bitten, Xiang Qing stubbornly controlled the tears tightly in her eyes, but she refused to fall, she silently turned her head sideways, no longer looking at the man.

Mo Zixuan increased the force in his hand fiercely, and then his thin lips were attached violently, fiercely, really kissing her fiercely, and she was bound to know how powerful she was.

He is very unhappy now, really unhappy, how can Xiang Qing be so ruthless, he bit her fiercely, and his sexy thin lips were already stained with Xiang Qing's blood.

He hates, really hates.

Xiang Qing, how can this be?

However, how did he know that everything was just a trick of fate, and when all the truth was revealed, would they still be reconciled at that time?

…… Dividing line ......

The next morning,

In the VIP room, Xiang Qing was the only one alone, she had been maintaining the posture when Mo Zixuan left angrily, and her body was only loosely draped with a thin layer of velvet.

The body was cold, but the heart was cold, after the man left, she cried for a long time, as if crying loudly, but regrettably, she couldn't make a sound.

What reverberated in his mind was the situation last night, Xiang Qing thought that he didn't care, but he also knew that the man was really angry with himself.

A wry smile rose at the corner of his lips, Xiang Qing looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and thought, hate me, Mo Zixuan, hate me, Mo Zixuan.

In that case, will you be able to let me go?

The night was deep, and when Xiang Qing was bitten by that man and bruised all over her body, she still closed her eyes and refused to say anything.

Is it stubbornness? No, I just don't think it matters.

Mo Zixuan's face was ugly at that time, he straightened up, covered his clothes with his big hands, and sneered on his cold face.

He is guilty of cheapness, so he will keep this woman by his side!

slammed the door and left, leaving only a cold and deep back, and a helpless word.

He said, Xiang Qing, you really can!

Xiang Qing didn't move, she didn't feel anything at that time, and her heart was already numb to pain.

It turns out that this is really the case.

The original Mo Zixuan really didn't exist anymore, she really wanted to ask why Mo Zixuan came to provoke herself, why did she torture herself.

However, there was silence in the end.

That's it, if you really know the answer, so what, it will definitely not be a good thing.

When it was almost noon, Xiang Qing struggled to prop herself up and take a shower, and when the hot water flowed through her body, those pink marks ached faintly.

However, this pain makes her like it very much, it hurts, is it that if the body hurts, the heart will not hurt so much?

Later, when Xiang Qing came out, the room was still empty, but the messy bed had been cleaned up.

She smiled wryly, only to feel as if she was wrong again.

It doesn't seem to be a wise decision to anger that man, and he won't let himself go easily.