It's not that he's afraid of being known, but he hates being calculated.

Xia Ruoxin just smiled sadly, in his eyes, Xia Ruoxin would be the one who was clamoring to sue others, and this was what she never did, because this was Xia Yixuan's right to behold, and she had no power.

"Do you think I'm going to say something to them, or are they going to ask something?" Xia Ruo's heart opened quietly, and she was also fearless to meet his cold black eyes, and her heart was still slid by a knife, it seemed that she could feel the spread of blood, even if her face was calm, even if she could look at him like this now, but no one knew how much effort she used.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell them anything, they asked us if we were doing well, and I said fine." Instead of being ruthless, she added this sentence in her heart.

She won't tell anyone, he can rest assured, his cruelty is her unbearable, she doesn't want everyone to know what kind of life she is living now, let alone let Song Wanzai know, because, in that case, she will laugh very happily.

"Your mouth is getting worse?" Chu Lu lowered his head suddenly, biting her lip until he bit out the blood, every time it was like this, they were really like hedgehogs, as long as the two of them were close, they would hurt each other's bodies, and their hearts, he hated her, but she loved him.

Between love and hate, who said that she was the only one who suffered.

It is impossible to make her love her, but if she does not love him, maybe one day, she will do it.

Her long eyelashes shook lightly a few times, like transparent wings, and then shattered, the light and shadow faded, her outstretched hand, put it in the air, hesitated, and finally took the initiative to hug the man who was raging and torturing her, she loved him so much, but she found that in just a few days, she was really about to lose it.

She is sometimes afraid, she is afraid that Chu Lu's hatred will disintegrate her love little by little, if one day, she really doesn't love anymore, then, in the past few years, her persistence, her waiting, her time, and her suffering, what will it be.

Chu Lu's body was slightly scorned, and this time, he just kept licking the wound on her lips, and tasted her blood and her tears closely.

She had a white face, and the hand on his shoulder was withdrawn vigorously, not even wanting to bring her pain to him, it turned out that it was such a humble love, the heart of love was distressed, and love was not dignified.