Chapter 2: Is the Heart Made of Ice?
The woman is carried away by joy and forgets the man's commands. She thinks she is different and has managed to capture the hearts of men.
"Shen Shao, I won't leave you. Let me stay by your side all the time, okay? She turned her head to kiss his thin lips.
This man known as Shen Shao has been indulging in his own world, and when he heard that the voice was wrong, he opened his eyes, and in front of him was a face different from the woman in his dream, and this lifeless woman was about to kiss him. His pupils shrank sharply, and his inky black eyes were dyed with anger and gradually turned ice blue. This is a unique trait that he was born with, and whenever he is angry, his pupils will change color.
The woman didn't seem to realize the danger yet, she put her arms around his neck, plump and rubbed on his sexy chest, and when she stretched her neck and was about to touch the man's lips, she was kicked down by a gravity and rolled to the ground. She curled up on the cold ground, looking incredulous, the beautiful scenery had disappeared and had been replaced by a violent ferocity.
His lips can only be touched by one person, and only allowed to be touched! The woman on the earth has committed his great taboo and touched his bottom line, and will be punished. He pulled her long hair and dragged her towards the pool, the woman let out a cry of pain, and just as she felt like her hair was about to be ripped off, the man let go of her. But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, her head was pressed into the water, and the woman's hands and feet were thrashing desperately. Just when she felt like she was about to suffocate, she was pulled up again to give her a chance to breathe.
"Shen Shao, spare your life! Don't ......" ignored the woman's pleas, ignored her tears, and pressed her down again. It was repeated several times, and each time she was dragged up, she would hear the woman's terrible cries and begging for mercy, and when she could not shout anymore, and when she had only one breath left, the man threw her on the wet ground like a rag. The woman's clothes, her hair had already been wet, and she was messily covering her face, embarrassed. Motionless, her chest only rose and fell slightly, and she was like a stranded fish, panting and dying.
The man took the towel and wiped his hands, threw it on top of her, and ordered the bodyguard standing in the shadows: "Throw it out!" ”
Well-trained bodyguards immediately came to clear the scene, and they acted quickly, as if they had become accustomed to this kind of thing, and they were accustomed to it.
He was the only one left at the edge of the pool, and the rippling water surface returned to calm, and he watched with a little drunkenness as a face slowly emerged on the water.
It's been a month, and he can't help but think about her, but she is as everywhere as air, as long as there is silence around him, as long as he is idle, she will appear.
He threw his head up, drank the wine from the glass, and threw the crystal goblet into the beautiful, cold face on the water.
shouted loudly: "Leng Bingxin, I hate you!" As the glass fell into the pool, the beauty's face vanished.
Once, in a fit of rage, he pinned her against the wall, grabbed her by the neck, and questioned her viciously.
"Cold Ice Heart, is your heart really made of ice? Why can't I cover it after so many years? How on earth can I get your heart? ”
Her gaze was cold, and her tone was cruel and resolute.