……

He took her out of Gillian's room and came to a small bungalow, he threw her into the shower room, and coldly spit out a few words, "Take off your clothes and wash your dirty body for me!" ”

He closed the door and told her to wash herself.

He was standing on the balcony of the room, smoking a cigarette in his slender fingers, and he smoked three cigarettes in a row.

The third cigarette butt was snuffed out in the ashtray, and he looked back, the red phoenix eyes stared at the door of the bathing room, as if a long century had passed, and she had not yet come out.

Pulling out his long legs and walking over, he put his big palm on the doorknob, and he wanted to open the door directly.

However, she couldn't open it, and she locked the door inside.

She locked the door.

His heart fell, and he suddenly had a bad premonition. He lifted his long legs and kicked the door.

The door opened, and he walked in, and he stepped on the water, and the water in the bathtub overflowed, and there was a graceful figure lying underneath.

Her beautiful black hair was all scattered under the water, her white clothes were rippling, she was cold and dusty, her eyes were closed, and the corners of her red lips were hooked with a smile, which was soft and peaceful.

She committed suicide.

She wanted to kill herself by drowning.

His black pupils contracted violently, and he didn't know how he stepped forward and how he carried her out of the water, he carried her on the soft big bed in the room, and gave her cardiopulmonary resuscitation over and over again.

Her small face was pale, and she showed no signs of survival.

She's dead.

Is she dead?

There was no expression on his handsome face, two big palms were superimposed on her heart, he pressed it down and down, he didn't know what he was doing, if she never woke up, he would press it forever, forever.

How long had passed, when he was almost numb, she spat out a mouthful of water and woke up.

Her beautiful apricot eyes slowly opened, and she glanced at the crystal chandelier above her head in a daze, and after a few seconds, she muttered to herself, "Still alive... Why are you still alive? ”

Why are you still alive, she asked?

He gasped for breath, his shirt and trousers were drenched with water, beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down his handsome cheeks, and he looked at her condescendingly, wanting to strangle her.

He didn't know which one she was playing with suicide?

All her gentle petty intentions were fake, she just wanted to give him a fatal blow.

All she misses is her first love, Su Cheng, and he is just a demon who marries and robs him, she has no heart and love for him, and some only hate.

Why did she kill herself?

Don't... Every minute and every second with him had made her unbearable to the point where she would rather use the extreme method of death to get rid of him?

Lu Sijue strode into the bathtub, directly pulled off his belt, and took possession of her silently and rudely.

The woman under her didn't cry out in pain, she just looked at him and smiled, "Master Lu, I haven't washed it yet, don't you feel dirty?" ”

He froze.

"Hehe, hehe, Master Lu, you're disgusted, aren't you? That's right, it's this disgusting feeling, every time I kiss you, lie under you, that's how I feel. ”

He quickly closed his red eyes and stared hard at her against the cold walls of the tub.

She curled up in pain, but she just didn't cry out in pain, her nails cut deep blood marks on his muscles, "Lu Sijue, get out, don't touch me, if you want to vent your beastly desires, go find another woman!" ”