Song Xiangsi paused from afar, looked at him, and quickly staggered his gaze. [Thousand ↑ Thousand △ Small ↓ Say △ Net W wW.xQq ]

From about that place just now, she didn't want to see him.

From the moment he took Song Rouge and she couldn't see him, he should have been removed from her eyes.

She walked past him with casual eyes, showing no signs of being kidnapped or ravaged, and her whole person looked extraordinarily plain, as if she had returned to the time when she first married into the Seven Kings' Mansion - no, it was a while ago.

Quan Luofan's face changed slightly, and he reached out and grabbed her.

"You're alright."

Song Xiangsi chuckled, "Otherwise, do you want me to have something to prove how valuable the love between you and Song Rouge is?" ”

Is it worth her life?

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze swept over her fair and beautiful neck, which showed no signs of injury—it was clear that the murderer's dagger had embedded in her skin just now, and he had seen the blood seep out with his own eyes......

Oh, he remembered, and then he could see that the blood droplets were fake.

If a person really wants to kidnap her, how can he spend so much effort on it?

There are slap marks on Song Rouge's face, which shows that the other party is really very unkind to Song Rouge. But Song Xiangsi also had blood tied around his neck to deceive him, and some things were revealed almost instantly.

He didn't want to speculate on her in such a malicious direction, but the truth was so fruitless in front of his eyes.

If that's not enough, doesn't her coming back safe and sound at the moment already say it all?

"Song Xiangsi, there is no love between me and Rouge."

"Oh, really?"

The spring breeze is blowing, but the warm sunlight is extremely cold at the moment, and it can't shine into her heart when it shines on her body.

Song Xiangsi stood straight in front of him, the mockery on his face was well hidden, "Because you didn't have love before, you feel sorry for her, so I should thank you for your love for me, and even thank you for not choosing me at that time and leaving with her without looking back?" Quan Luofan, you can't help but think too highly of your so-called love. ”

How rare is she to take her life?

What's more, his so-called love is not just love, maybe it's just something he imagined himself.

Song Xiangsi put aside his hand, but Quan Luofan grabbed her tighter all of a sudden.

"What else do you want?" He seemed to be suddenly angry, and a storm raged in his deep and vast black eyes.

Song Xiangsi looked at him in disbelief, what do you mean-otherwise what would she want?

"I don't want to do anything."

Halfway, she chuckled, but the laughter was more ugly than crying, "Now you are holding me and not letting go, and you actually ask me what I want to do?" ”

What she wants, she never gets.

What she wants is destined to be just luxury.

In this way, what kind of heart does she dare to want?

"Song Xiangsi!" Quan Luofan straightened her shoulders and gritted her teeth, "Do you have to be happy if she is dead?" I don't have anything to do with her anymore, and even if I meet her on the road, I avoid it because I don't want to be misunderstood by you, isn't that enough? ”

Stay away?

What a grievance.

Song Xiangsi raised her hand and straightened her hair without haste, her slow and logical movements seemed careless, but only she knew how much stiffness and helplessness were concealed under such carelessness.