Lian Zhou smiled, her beautiful eyes brightened amazingly, she raised her hand slightly, slowly wandered on the young man's back, and when he was unprepared, she put her hand into the futon behind him, and a pair of scissors appeared in her hand. %&*";

She didn't want to kill him now, but now it's really not the right time to kill him, her body hasn't been well yet, it's impossible to be as comfortable as before, and a vote is not a problem, now she is so weak that she can't escape if she kills him.

But now that he has violated her like this, no matter if he is a temptation or something, if she doesn't do it, she will have to be eaten alive by him in a while.

As soon as the scissors fell, she hesitated a little, and the past was hovering in her mind again, and a voice told her, Lianzhou, kill him, and you will never see him again.

She looked at his young face close at hand, and suddenly she couldn't do it.

At the same time, another voice said to her, Lianzhou, have you forgotten the hurt and pain he brought you? Have you forgotten the tragic death of the Song family? Have you forgotten that fire? Have you forgotten the humiliation you suffered at his hands?

But Lianzhou, he can obviously cut the grass and eradicate the roots, he hasn't killed you yet, you ask yourself, when he smiles at you gently, don't you have a trace of fluctuation in your heart? When he kisses you and hugs you, can you feel nothing at all?

Lianzhou, Lianzhou, you are so useless, he must have his own purpose if he doesn't kill you now, do you think he will like you? You've always been sensible, why are you so hesitant now? Even if he doesn't test you, even if he really wants to kiss you and hug you, does it mean that he has thoughts on you? It's impossible for you not to know how much Song Lianzhou's face is tempting to a man, and if such a sweet gift is placed here, doesn't he want to enjoy it? Do you think he likes you because he is so gentle like water? He's just coveting your beauty!

The scissors went forward an inch further, and a voice suddenly burst into her mind, Lianzhou, don't! Kill him and you will never see him again, ask yourself, are you willing to kill him?

Are you willing to kill him?

Lianzhou let him kiss, he left her lips, kissed the center of her eyebrows, then the bridge of his nose, kissed her chin, and he still gnawed like that, his hands around her waist, slowly trying to untie the last of her restraints.

His hands were very hot, slowly swimming on her waist, Lian Zhou suddenly felt a very strong emotion, this emotion came suddenly, wanted to burn her head, make her heart overwhelming, very uncomfortable, this emotion is - humiliation.

What is this? After you hurt me repeatedly, you still violated me in this almost coercive way, Meng Hui, what are you and me?

The scissors behind the boy were cold, and the tail was sharp and flashing with a white light.

Meng Hui, no matter what, even if you don't kill me now, this kind of play is no different from killing me, if I don't kill you, it will be me who will die in the future!

Lian Zhou's eyes didn't fluctuate, but he just stretched out his bare hand and sent it forward, ready to stab fatally.

But I never thought that the young man who was buried in her neck at this time stopped moving at this moment, Lian Zhou saw this, thinking that he was aware of it, and his brain was spinning rapidly, either he would be killed immediately, or he would quickly put down the scissors and pretend to be innocent, in this situation where he could not be hit at once, the answer was self-evident, and she secretly snorted under the weighing, and hurriedly stuffed the scissors into the quilt, and continued to laugh dementedly as before.

Meng Hui left a series of fine and dense marks on her neck, but he didn't go any further, untied her clothes halfway, and finally gave up his hand, and his legs didn't press her anymore, he loosened his grip on her, then sat up straight, took her clothes in his hands, bent down slightly, and helped her put them on one by one.

Lian Zhou was surprised by his actions, but he didn't show it, still smiling sweetly at him, as if he didn't know anything.

The drizzle beat against the curtains, the curled paper crumpled, curled up too much cold.

In addition to some wrinkles in the young man's clothes, there is no trace of charming atmosphere, it is still so clear as a spring, as if he has not experienced anything just now, and the wind outside is getting louder, but no one knows what kind of silence is filled in the heart of the young man who dresses Lianzhou, slowly tidying up her clothes, and in the end, it is his own heart.

But after all, he is a young man who is good at forbearance, and the sentence "I'm sorry" is stuck in his throat, he can't spit it out, and he stabs his flesh hard.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, but between his eyebrows and eyes were as elegant as ink, which took away the slightest sharpness of his usual days, and was calm to a little lonely.

After all the years, if Lian Zhou understood the young man's state of mind at the moment, his tenderness, and his struggling soul under his calm appearance, if she understood his meaningful actions, as well as his deeply hidden pure heart, would she be willing to accompany him on such a night and walk a road of ups and downs?

However, fate never gives ifs.

At this moment, the young man's white shirt was falling, gradually disappearing in the wind and rain, the night gradually swallowed up the candlelight on his body, he walked without hurrying or slowing, his steps were still as calm as before, and his back, in the half-light and half-dark points of light, seemed too clever.

Lian Zhou saw him walking away, and couldn't help but knock his head secretly, his eyes were on the bed, as if he was going to look at the scissors through the futon, she secretly snorted, it should have been faster just now, and now like this, did he find out her actions? Is she exposed? So, what should she do?

Maybe not, maybe he felt that it was boring for him to be so obedient, he was tired of being like this, so he chose to let go, otherwise, if he found out that she was pretending, or even found out that she was going to kill him, then he would definitely not let her go easily, and he might immediately drag her out and kill her.

She has been figuring out the young man's thoughts, and after that day, the truth slowly surfaced, those things stationed in her heart, cold, indifferent, and sharp, have transformed into the most simple appearance under the washing of time, the original emotions, beautiful to a little immature, the original deceit, have the most sincere and innocent connotation, will she regret it, what a dark way she once did, speculating on a young man's soft heart?

It was stormy outside, and the young man without an umbrella was still walking alone, his back was clear, slightly cold, his white shirt was wet from the rain, and he struggled a few times, but he still couldn't fly.

The night is like darkness, in the dark, who is responsible for whom?

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