Xie Jinling looked at the two messages he sent, and finally couldn't help but sobbed softly, the voice was restrained and suppressed, and her heart seemed to be twisted together, and the pain made her breathless.

"I know, good night."

Tong Yuyang, if there is a next life, I don't want to like you anymore, I don't want to think about it anymore......

……

As soon as Song Shihao closed the door of the apartment, the light in the room was turned on. Yang Minghui stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at her with a smile, Song Shihao was no longer surprised to see him appear here. At first, she thought about changing the password, but she found it useless, no matter how she changed it, he could always open her door, and luckily he went.

"What are you going to do?" Song Shihao asked him coldly while changing his shoes.

Yang Minghui approached Song Shihao step by step with a dangerous smile, his fingers slowly swiped from the sofa in the living room, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Song Shihao at the entrance: "What are you doing?" How about a little snack, of course? Is there anything dirty? ”

As he spoke, he had already walked to Song Shihao's side, reached out and pinched the back of Song Shihao's neck vigorously, pinching her up and looking at him.

Song Shihao endured the pain in his neck and looked at him stubbornly, with unconcealed hatred in his eyes.

Yang Minghui's hand had shifted from the back of her neck to her neck, and his five fingers were tightly pinching her neck, shrinking little by little. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of anger.

He hates it when someone touches his things! Song Shihao can only be his, and others can't touch it!

He approached Song Shihao, her eyes were already slightly bloodshot. He looked at her rabbit-like ruddy eyes and smiled softly: "Shihao, you remember, you can only be mine, even if you die, you can only be mine, you know? No one else can touch it, not at all! You remember, if there is a next time, whoever touches you will kill whom! ”

After he finished speaking, he didn't give Song Shi a chance to buffer at all, and kissed her directly on the lips. He pressed her against the wall and plundered her in a rage.

Song Shihao wanted to breathe, she couldn't help but want to cough, but Yang Minghui wouldn't give her a chance at all, she had to bite his lip hard, and the smell of blood spread instantly.

Yang Minghui let go of her in pain, and taking advantage of this gap, Song Shihao pushed Yang Minghui's chest with both hands, bent down and coughed hard, as if he wanted to cough out his entire lungs.

Yang Minghui looked at the way Song Shihao coughed out of breath, and his heart seemed to have a small cut, and blood flowed out along the small opening, and it didn't take long to spread all over his chest. He raised his hand slightly, and with a little trembling desire, he wanted to put it on Song Shihao's arched back.

The hand lingered on her back for a few moments before finally letting it down and patting her back lightly.

It wasn't until Song Shihao's cough was not so violent that he held her whole person in his arms, and the force on his arm was very heavy, as if he wanted to rub her into his body and merge with his own bones and blood.

Song Shihao was no longer able to support his body, so he could only lean on his arms. In his ears was his heartbeat, one at a time, strong and powerful. The corners of her mouth curled a little sarcastically, and she only now knew that such a violent and terrifying person could have such a powerful heartbeat.

Yang Minghui's arm strangled her a little painfully, but he didn't allow her to escape. Song Shihao didn't know what to think, and chuckled: "Yang Minghui, if I die one day, will your life be no fun?" ”