Li Zifeng's arm rubbed against the edge of the dressing table, and he didn't know what he had touched, and he cut a path, and blood flowed.

She frowned in pain, but she couldn't make a sound.

All the sounds around her were diminished, and all she could hear was the sound of the impact, and it seemed like it came out of her head.

It was like a head hitting an iron bucket, again and again, and the voice was desperate and crisp.

In such an impact, she strengthened her inner thoughts little by little.

She's leaving, leaving Lin Jinyou, leaving here.

But what about her family?

What about Komine?

She knows a lot of friends, but there are few who are more powerful than Lin Jinyou.

A man came to her mind.

Song Yang, the eldest son of the Song family, the arrogant man whose eyes are above the top.

But will he be an enemy of the Lin family for himself?

Possibly, but at your own expense.

Li Zifeng bit her lip, her throat was chapped, and her brows were covered with a layer of cold sweat......

She didn't know when it would be, but by the time everything around was quiet, it was already dark, the lights weren't turned on in the room, and she didn't know if the little actor was still there.

All she could smell was the smell of blood, soot, and coffee that didn't smell much anymore from the tip of her nose.

The heart was beating, but it was very slow, Li Zifeng fumbled and put on her clothes, she wanted to leave, but Lin Jinyou grabbed her arm.

"Where?"

Li Zifeng wanted to speak, but his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't say anything at all.

She took a deep breath and let him drag her.

Lin Jinyou's voice was also a little hoarse, but rustling, low and lazy, with some unique taste of men.

He slowly spoke, "Zifeng, it's time to go home." ”

Li Zifeng's feet softened, and Lin Jinyou's tone ...... He hadn't lost his breath yet, and Li Zifeng's breathing was a little unsteady.

She could have a premonition of what she would face when she returned home, but she didn't know enough about Lin Jinyou's ferocity.

Every time Lin Jinyou gets angry, what she does will be beyond her imagination.

It's been her experience time and time again.

Lin Jinyou's palm pinched her wrist, and Li Zifeng's blood was between her fingers.

Fishy to death, Li Zifeng couldn't help but frown.

Lin Jinyou lowered his eyes and stared at the sticky and greasy blood stains on his hands.

Li Zifeng blinked his eyes slowly and said softly: "Lin Jinyou...... You say, if I die, will I shed so much blood? ”

Xiu Lin Jinyou clutched her blood in his hand, and his voice was terrifying, "No, I won't let you bleed."

"Smack-"

As soon as his words fell, Li Zifeng's slap followed, and his crisp voice carried a heavy sense of power.

Lin Jinyou's head tilted to the side, Li Zifeng gave him several slaps one after another, and in the end, Li Zifeng had no strength, stood in place trembling, pointed his fingers at him, and asked with a panting temperament:

"Lin Jinyou, even if you have a little bit, you feel a little sorry for me......"

Lin Jinyou raised his palm and pulled her into his arms, his face was painful and sad: "I hurt, I feel sorry for you...... Li Zifeng, I will give you all my heart and life, do you want it. ”

Li Zifeng lowered his head and bit his shoulder, ruthlessly, without mercy at all.

There was a taste of blood in her lips and teeth, and her tears flowed into Lin Jinyou's scarlet-soaked shirt.