He grabbed Jiang Fengxing's collar, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and roared, "She won't die!" ”

Jiang Fengxing was silent, he also hoped that Su Wansheng would not have an accident, and he also hoped that she could survive safely.

But after a few minutes, he was drowned and half dead.

Sheng Sheng has been falling for a few hours, no matter how big the life is, no matter how blessed the person is, I am afraid that it is also a dead body now.

He also knew that Lu Zhenming's heart knew better than him, but he didn't want to think about the worst place.

He took away Lu Zhenming's hand holding his shirt: "Go back, I'll accompany you tomorrow." ”

Lu Zhenming moved his pale lips: "You go, I'll stay for a while." ”

He is like this, how can Jiang Fengxing rest assured that he will stay here alone.

In the second half of the night, Jiang Fengxing couldn't stay up anymore and went to the lounge to sleep lightly for a while.

And Lu Zhenming stood on the deck all night.

The night fades and dawn brings a new day.

The morning light shone in through the window, and the mess that filled the room made Feng Chen, who had just woken up, a little dazed.

He glanced at the men's and women's clothes thrown on the ground, and the most obvious women's breasts, and his brow furrowed.

He looked at the woman lying beside him again, and vaguely remembered something in his mind.

A flash of chagrin flashed across his face, and he picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on unhurriedly.

Song Zhiyue was woken up by the sound of the clothed Si Xisuo, her eyelashes fluttered, and then she opened her eyes.

She had just woken up, her head was still a little unconscious, and she suddenly sat up thinking about what had happened last night.

The amplitude was too large, and she pulled the wound below, and she gasped in pain.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Feng Chen standing beside the bed and tying a belt.

Feng Chen's back was to her, and she couldn't see the expression on his face.

She pulled the quilt up, wrapped herself around, bit her lip and said, "I volunteered last night, and we acted as if nothing had happened." ”

Feng Chen turned around, a pair of dark eyes, looking at her without waves.

"I'll take care of it."

Although he was drunk last night, he was not so drunk that he didn't remember anything.

It was he who forced her.

She kept crying and resisting, but he still did something to hurt her.

Song Zhiyue was stunned and looked at him blankly, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

He just said......

Will he be responsible?

Is he responsible for her?

After being stunned, she pursed her lips and said hesitantly: "You ......"

After a word came out, she didn't know what to say.

Feng Chen unbuttoned the wrong shirt buttons, re-unbuttoned it, and said gently: "Do you want to get married directly, or do you adapt to the identity of your girlfriend first?" ”

Song Zhiyue hugged the quilt, looked at his handsome face, and found that he was not joking, but serious, she lowered her eyelashes, and after being quiet for a moment, she lifted her eyelids to look at him again.

"I'd like to take a shower, okay?"

Feng Chen glanced at the kiss marks on her neck and collarbone, looked away, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

"There's everything in there,"

The bathroom and bathroom are together, she wants to use the bathroom, and she goes out of the room without taking a shower.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he remembered that he had forgotten to take his phone, so he turned back to his room.

There was no one on the bed, and Song Zhiyue had already entered the bathroom.

He walked to the bedside table, took the phone on it, and the moment he turned around, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the blood on the sheets.