Jin Yubai didn't react, a terrifying anger rolled between his eyebrows, and he seemed to be trapped in some kind of memory.

Mianmian breathed hard, trembling in her throat, and burst out one after another small syllables, "You...... Hand ...... Hurt. ”

The syllables that popped out overlapped with the female voice in Jin Yubai's memory.

He was slightly stunned, and the moment he lowered his eyes, he met his eyes full of moisture.

There were only two emotions in her eyes, fear and concern.

Fear?

That wasn't his sleep.

His sleep was never afraid of him.

Jin Yubai's unfading anger turned into surging irritability.

He let go of her snow-white neck.

Mianmian fell weakly to the ground, breathing like a drowning fish.

Jin Yubai looked at her condescendingly, like a ball of garbage, and the blood on his fingertips fell drop by drop, wet and fell on the T-shirt.

There was a deep fingerprint on her thin, fair collarbone, and her long, seaweed-like hair trembled slightly with her breathing, enveloping her thin body in embarrassment.

More and more eyes gathered on Mianmian.

But no one dared to come up and stop this master.

I'm afraid of dying together.

Jin Yubai only gave her a few seconds to breathe, then suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist violently, and dragged her up from the ground, "Go and apologize to her." ”

The wound between his fingers was still oozing blood, the dark red liquid wet the thin white wrist, and before she could recover from the feeling of death that was on the verge of suffocation, he half-dragged her straight in one direction.

Dragged across the floor covered with red roses, each table was decorated with small rose-dotted lamps, the lights flickered, the night was hazy, and the whole dinner was almost perfectly arranged.

She had never seen such a grand dinner, and every design she passed by was infused with the elements of roses.

It's not like an ordinary dinner party, it's like a marriage proposal.

The moment Mianmian's heartbeat stopped, he was pushed into a huge room.

In the dim light, the giant photograph hung by the star light ring seems to be sunk in the bright Milky Way, and the woman in the photo has gentle eyebrows and eyes, and a warm smile on her lips, looking no more than twenty years old.

The walls of the room are as big as the photograph is.

Mianmian didn't know how to describe her shock at the moment.

When Jin Yubai's eyes touched the photo, the iceberg melted, and there was only endless tenderness.

The moment Mianmian raised his head, he saw a gentle light in his dark eyes, and he only felt that his whole heart seemed to be cut by a knife, and it hurt his heart.

That was Jin Yubai, who she had never seen before.

Before she could withdraw her eyes, she suddenly met Jin Yu's white and black eyes, and the moment he met the eyes of the two, his gentleness turned into cold frost and snow.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Mianmian's heart, and the next moment, he grabbed her T-shirt violently.

The T-shirt was torn open by him with brute force.

Mianmian's whole person was suddenly exposed to the cold air, she turned pale with fright, and wanted to cover her body with her hands, but her wrist was grabbed.

Jin Yubai pressed her to her knees, pinched her chin with her palm, and asked her to face the person in the photo, "Confess to her." ”

The floor was covered with roses, and Mianmian was pressed down and sunk, and her knees were heavily tied with thorns, and old wounds were added to new ones, and Mianmian bit her lip tightly, not daring to make any sound.

The deer's eyes were filled with moist moisture, and this forbearance fell into Jin Yubai's eyes, like a silent resistance.

Jin Yubai's eyes seemed to be quenched, his palm moved back suddenly, and he grabbed the back of her neck, and his voice was very cold, "Not convinced?" ”

Mianmian was stunned for a moment, and quickly shook her head, but the tears couldn't stop falling.

The cold light in Jin Yubai's eyes pierced her heart again, he hooked his lips and said sarcastically, "What do you think you are?" ”

Mianmian's weeping movements froze, and she looked at him in bewilderment.

Jin Yubai tightened his eyebrows irritably, staring at her pitiful appearance, the light in his eyes was cold, and he forced her to look up again and look at the woman in the photo, "See?" Don't try to replace her, and don't try to seduce me with any indiscriminate means, you are just her stand-in, the Jin family's fertility tool, I will not have affection for you. ”

Mianmian cried and shook her head, "I really didn't want to replace her." ”

Her tears wet the back of Jin Yubai's hand, he frowned, and every word he said was as cold as rolling through ice slag, "Tears are contained, you don't deserve to cry in front of her." ”

Mianmian bit her lip and silently shed tears.

Jin Yubai's face was very heavy, and her dark pupils stared at her shameless crying.

It's like she's made of water.

Tears slipped down her jawline and down her crescent collarbone and into her heaving chest.

There were still crystal tears on her long eyelashes, and she noticed that the air pressure around her suddenly decreased, and she couldn't even care about tears, so she missed the Jizo Sutra to his deceased lover.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, Jin Yubai suddenly covered up.

He bit her lip.