The whole living room was empty, Han Mo's voice suddenly came out like this, my hand on the light switch was stiff, I didn't expect Han Mo to be there at all, and I didn't expect that the room was all dark.

When I heard Han Mo's voice, I subconsciously wanted to go backwards, and when he called me this time, it was just like when he called me in the box that day.

The tail note gently went up, and under the mellow voice was a faint anger that wanted to burst out.

I knew that Han Mo's anger was about to reach the sky this time, but I really didn't have anything to do with him, and I didn't know how to face him at all.

I have always been a humble existence in front of Han Mo, and my relationship with him has never been equal.

With Han Mo and me like this, apart from being afraid of him, I don't know what emotions I can have, or what emotions I should have.

I stood at the entrance, my hand on the switch of the electric light, but I couldn't press it, and my whole body was like someone had cast a spell, and I was nailed here.

It was obviously very cold outside, and the air-conditioning I brought back when I came back from outside was still cold with cold hands and feet, but my back was drenched in sweat.

"Turn on the lights."

Han Mo opened his mouth to say two more words, and my whole body shook, pursed my lips and turned on the light.

He sat on the sofa, wearing a black Western-style dress, but his face was as cold as the frozen road, without half a expression.

His favorite thing to do was to look at me with a smile out of the corner of his eyes, but now he has no expression at all, and I'm standing there, no warmth at all.

I don't know how long this stalemate lasted, he just kept looking at me, seeing that my whole body was weak, and he suddenly spoke again: "Is your leg lame?" Won't come over? ”

His brow moved, and the corners of his mouth twitched with a hint of sarcasm.

I subconsciously grabbed the bag beside me, bit my lower lip, and then raised my leg and walked over step by step.

"Han Shao."

I didn't dare to get too close, so I stopped at a position half a meter away from him, and looked down at him, so cold that it was difficult to even think.

"Smack!"

When the ashtray fell at my feet, I was completely stunned, and the shattered crystal glass fell in front of me.

I accidentally touched this ashtray two days ago, but it was like nothing when I fell to the ground.

Now that Han Mo fell like this, he was directly shattered, and I didn't even dare to imagine how strong he was. I can't even think that if he threw this ashtray on me, I would have my life to get out alive.

The ashtray didn't fall on me, but I couldn't let go of it.

When Han Mo stood up, my head was numb, and I just watched him reach over and wrap his arms around my neck in a daze.

I didn't react until my breath was taken away, and my hands were tightly tugging on his wrists, but I couldn't lighten the force he was clasping around my neck.

When his feet left the ground little by little, I knew that Han Mo was not really scaring me, and in my sight, Han Mo's entire face was cold and blue.

Between the lack of oxygen, I only heard his voice almost gritting his teeth: "Fu Yao, you really rubbed your nose and face!" ”

"I didn't, I didn't—I did!"

His hands were getting tighter and tighter, and I felt like I was really going to die, and I couldn't care about it so much, and the hands that were originally clasped on his wrists kept clutching.

Actually, I don't know what I caught, I just want him to let go.

Han Mo is really a pervert, he wants to kill me, and he doesn't say anything about it.

"Let go, let go of me! I, I-"

"Bang!"

When he threw me away, my whole head was blank, and the lack of oxygen made me realize that I was slammed on the edge of the TV by him.

At first, I hadn't recovered from the suffocation, until the oxygen re-entered my airways little by little, and consciousness recovered little by little, that I felt something flowing in my forehead.

I raised my hand and wiped it, looking down to the side, a palm of blood.

I raised my head in a daze and looked at Han Mo in front of me, but the blood on my forehead had been flowing directly from my eyelids, dripping on my waist little by little.

Han Mo stood in front of me, condescending, so angry that I didn't know if it hurt or not.

I couldn't read his expression clearly, because his vision was a little blurry, except that he was probably trying to kick me right now.

The two of us confronted each other silently, neither of us spoke, and the only sound in the living room was the sound of the wall clock walking.

The blood on my forehead kept flowing, and the blood stains on my coat were getting more and more obvious, and I felt that if I continued like this, I would die of excessive blood loss sooner or later.

I don't know why, I never panicked when he choked my neck just now, but now that he was standing there silently, I suddenly felt less afraid.

What am I afraid of?

In fact, what do I have to be afraid of, if Han Mo really wants to kill me, even if I am afraid, I have no way to do it. But why should I do this to myself when he can't kill me?

Like now, did he make me the way I am, and I still have to kneel and kowtow to him and say thank you?

Heh, is it necessary for me to be so cheap?

I'm really not so cheap, from the beginning, to the present, even if I follow him, everything is forced by him.

He doesn't love me either, the two of us are purely because there is one person who is not happy with a person, relying on his ability to cover the sky with one hand to block people into a dead end and crush and torture little by little.

I kind of know Han Mo's thoughts, he just wants to see me beg for mercy and see me become what he thinks.

But I'm so alone, no matter how scared I am, I can't hide the resentment in my heart!

I didn't want to care so much anymore, so I raised my hand to cover the wound on my forehead and stood up with the counter.

Just now, all my attention was on my forehead, but I didn't expect to find that when I stood up, my waist was also hit, and the pain made me tears directly force my eyes.

The pain in my lower back made my whole body soften, but I didn't want to fall back again, even though I no longer had any dignity and face in front of this man, and I didn't want to show him embarrassment again and again.

I didn't look at him, and I didn't dare to look at him.

Resentment is one thing, fear is another.

I'm afraid of Han Mo, it's real, I resent him, it's also real.

But I won't be afraid of him because I hate him, and I won't resent him because I'm afraid of him.

When I saw his figure swinging over, I subconsciously stretched out my left hand to block it, and took a step back quickly: "Don't touch me!" ”

I never spoke, so I didn't know that my voice was in such a hoarse and embarrassing state.

It was as if his throat had been torn apart by something, just three words, but it was as if all his strength had been exhausted.

I looked up at him, my whole body was trembling, I was just blocking his left hand and was being grabbed by his wrist, I gritted my teeth and couldn't pull it out.

I've really never hated someone so much, and I couldn't help but cry when I looked at it: "Han Mo, let go of me!" ”

I think this is what I have said so desperately and hysterically since I was forced to hold it up that night, I have been careful these days, according to Zhao Miao, just put myself in a lower position and press my spine.

If you can endure it, you will endure it with a smile, and if you can't bear it, you will endure it with your eyes closed.

But there are some things that you can't endure with your eyes closed.

It's like now, I was almost suffocated by his neck, and now I was bloodied by him, can I still close my eyes and let him touch me?

Sorry, I can't, it's my instinctive dodge, there's no way I can avoid it.

But apparently Han Mo didn't intend to just let me go, even though almost my entire face was covered in blood right now.

When he reached out and pinched my waist, I didn't have time to react at all, and the whole person was pressed directly against the wall by him, and his back was pushed up by him, which made my heart feel cold.

I have to admit that the strength between men and women really doesn't mean that you can fight a little.

Just like Han Mo who was pressing on me now, his legs easily pressed me, my hands pressed against his body and kept struggling and wrestling, but with a single effort, he easily pressed me down.

I was trapped between the wall and his chest by Han Mo, and I couldn't even use the slightest strength, as if I was an insect condensed in amber, and I couldn't even move.

His right hand clasped my chin tightly, and the force of his thumb against my lips made me feel like my lips were about to be crushed by him.

"Fu Yao, do you think Jiang Feiyi can get it out of my hands?"

Han Mo squinted, looking at my eyes, it was as if ice had been quenched, and his eyes were like knives, cutting at my body one by one. △≧△≧

He is always so self-righteous that he will only use his own ideas to imagine others.

In the past, I thought I would have let myself explain to him in a low voice like a dog, but tonight, as I touched the wet and sticky blood in my palm, I suddenly didn't want to say a word.

I was wrong for what I said, and I was even afraid that he would hold my wound and make it hurt a little more later.

Really, Han Mo can really do anything.

"Speak! Dumb?! ”

The strength in his hands suddenly became heavy, and I only felt like my jaw bone was going to be crushed by him.

"Hmm——!"