But Wen Xien's silence does not solve the problem, silence will only make the man's attitude more and more irritated and uncontrollable.

The hands were cut behind their backs, the big hands covering the eyelids were even deprived of vision, and the two lips were like a cluster of flowers that had been beaten by the wind and rain, silently marking like any kind of savage creature.

How could Wen Xien bear such treatment, pushing He Runcheng's head, but the man's hair was too short to grasp it, and his delicate palms were stinging, so he could only bite his lower lip desperately.

He Runcheng didn't look like he was kissing at all, it was more of a vent of anger and arrogance, as if he was about to bite out a piece of flesh from her, and his mouth was full of blood.

When Wen Xien was about to suffocate, he slowly let go, Wen Xien was hugged by him and sat on the table, his feet off the ground, He Runcheng looked condescendingly, his chest rose and fell violently, which was completely different from his cold appearance.

The corners of Wen Xien's eyes were crimson, her beautiful eyes were full of charm, with water waves, He Runcheng was almost dazzled, and licked the tears that flowed from the corners of Wen Xien's eyes.

"Bastard ......"

The hoarse voice was full of seductive desire, and Wen Xien propped his hands behind his back, trying to get away from the person in front of him.

Her raised eyes were flushed, and the tails of her eyes were tinted with a brilliant red.

Wen Xien's slender white fingers grabbed He Runcheng's shoulder to stop him from approaching, but it was like a tree shaker, and the closer the fiery breath became, the tighter his fingers became.

"It was snowing heavily that night, and the wounds on my body were festering, and you knew I wouldn't be able to do that kind of thing, so why did you drive me away?"

The cold winter of December, the bitter cold, he was thrown into the snow like garbage, and he could even clearly feel one piece after another on his body, falling on his eyes, and then covering his vision.

In the vast white snow, he could not see any hope.

If he died in that heavy snowfall, it would have been enough, but he was brought back to life.

How much he wanted to strangle this person like this now, but he didn't dare, or rather, he was reluctant.

Wen Xi'en's face was beautiful, his lips were slightly pursed, and his fairy-like face did not have much expression, only a layer of sickly flushing.

Wen Xien is a little confused about what the situation is now, it stands to reason that the male protagonist knows that the female protagonist is his savior, and she is the vicious master, so shouldn't he slap her in the face now?!

Why do you make it seem like she's a negative person?

He Runcheng's pent-up anger erupted like a volcano, but when he saw Wen Xien, it was all extinguished, his brows were furrowed, his headache was like it was about to explode, and the man with long legs and long hands bent over like a helpless child and put his head on Wen Xien's shoulder, and his head was deeply pierced.

"Young Master......" He Runcheng raised his head, kissed Wen Xien's eyes, followed his eyes, and kissed Wen Xien's lips, "I'm so cheap, even now, I still want to stay by the young master's side." ”

Clamped Wen Xien's jaw, but she was really jerky, and it didn't take long for her to lose her strength, and she leaned on He Runcheng's arms weakly.

Just as he was distracted, he fell into this faint cold fragrance, grabbed Wen Xien's spasmodic trembling hand, and looked for the fingers to clasp one by one, with a tough posture that did not allow escape.

"Sheehan, Eun......"

This was the first time he had boldly called Wen Xien's name, and it was the first time that he had only been able to call out the name that he had only been longing for in his dreams at night.

His temperature is fiery, and so is his heart.

But when he raised his head and saw Wen Xien's face, the fiery temperature was as if someone had poured a basin of cold water, and only a cold chill remained.

Wen Xi'en lowered her eyes expressionlessly, the lines of her jaw were stiff and almost indifferent, the lines of her contours were extremely cold, her cold eyes revealed undisguised disgust and rejection, her face was like covered with a layer of ice, and she didn't say a word.

It was a look at a stranger like a stranger, as if what he was doing now was nothing to her, or that he had never been taken into account and treated him as air.

His blood poured to his heart, and the tendons in his sideburns were throbbing.

He grabbed Wen Xien's thin shoulders uncontrollably, shook it vigorously, his eyes were scarlet, and asked, "What kind of eyes are you?" Don't look at me like that, do you hear me? ”

How can you look at him with such emotionless eyes like looking at a stray dog on the side of the road?

Wen Xien raised his eyelids, and his beautiful eyes were like emotionless glass beads, exuding a brilliant but chilling light.

"Are you angry? Why are you angry, it seems that I should be angry. ”

She sneered, her eyes like a reef soaked in the cold of the sea.

She said expressionlessly, "Are you trying to humiliate me by doing this to me?" I'm afraid it won't be as you want, look at your first relative, oh, I was wrong, you don't count as a relative. ”

In He Runcheng's increasingly gloomy look, Wen Xien continued, "Although the skills are not very good, but the appearance is not bad, if you don't mind, I can play with you, I don't know what it tastes like to have sex with men." ”

System: [You don't fear that your tongue will flash when you say this, woman, don't play with fire.] ]

Wen Xien: [...... Then I can't really get together with the male protagonist.,I can only self-destruct my image.。 ]

Wen Xien also knocked him up and down with playful eyes, as if he was looking at some kind of goods.

It's humiliating.

He Runcheng's face sank, like a layer of September frost in the June sky, angry and hateful, and subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to teach this person who didn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth a hard lesson.

But his hand was raised halfway and he forcibly took it back, and his deep eyes were covered with red threads like mad beasts.

"How can you be this kind of person......"

He Runcheng's heart was cold, and he looked at Wen Xien's nonchalant expression in disbelief, and there was a moment of blackness in front of him.

The heart seemed to be tightly tightened by cold and hard wires, and even the flesh and blood were stirred together, dull and huge.

yes, who is Liang Xien? It's the eldest young master of the Liang family, who hasn't played with her?

In Wen Xien's eyes, I'm afraid he is a clown, in front of her, I'm afraid he is not even as good as a dog on the side of the road.

Hatred, extreme hatred made her want to tear apart the person in front of her, and then smash her arrogant bones one by one, so that she couldn't climb up.

(End of chapter)