The young puppy is fierce and crazy

Jiang Zhi laughed angrily, "Aren't you afraid that I will avenge myself when you treat me like this?"

"If you do this, the Qin family won't let you get out of here alive without me doing anything."

Xu Jing's unhurried answer made Jiang Zhi's face more and more serious.

He stared at Xu Jing, and couldn't think of any rebuttal for a while, so he could only deliberately gritted his teeth and threatened, "Don't worry, when you need to save your life in the future, I will definitely choose the most painful way for you."

Xu Jing snorted, and said coldly, "Then thank you in advance for saving your life."

Jiang Zhi suddenly became angry, and after glaring at her, he turned and left.

Gu Ziqi saw that Qin Ming's state calmed down temporarily, so he walked out with Wang Zhen.

Soon, there were only two people left in the room.

Seeing Qin Ming's face turning slightly pale, and her thin lips tightly pursed, Xu Jing couldn't help feeling sour in her heart.

Who would have thought that their fate started ten years ago?

The slender boy who followed her back then not only grew up, but also became her lover.

No wonder she always felt that the eyes he looked at her were extraordinarily deep, as if he was looking at something else through her.

It turned out that the bits and pieces of getting along with each other had always stayed in his mind and never forgotten.

She also continued to grow, becoming more and more stable, and slowly dusted off her youthful and frivolous experience.

Therefore, she gradually forgot about him, but he remembered himself more and more deeply.

They have been together for so long, but he has never said a word about it.

Was he blaming himself for not recognizing him?

Or does he want to put aside the past and meet himself with a brand new look?

The answer, perhaps only he himself can know.

Xu Jing sat down beside him, slowly raised her hand, and caressed his face.

His expression is so haggard, and there are thin and dense stubble on his chin, which feels slightly prickly to the touch.

When the two were making out before, she always unconsciously kissed his chin.

At this time, his breathing would always be rapid, and his body would gradually become tense.

Even, sometimes, she could still see his handsome face flushed slightly.

Thinking of this, the movements of Xu Jing's hands became softer, and the eyes that looked at him were also full of tenderness.

Almost involuntarily, she leaned down and kissed his lips.

There is no ambiguity, only sincere prayers, praying that he can get rid of the shadow of youth and truly be happy.

I don't know if he noticed something, Qin Ming's handsome eyebrows slowly furrowed, and his hands that were hanging on the side of the bed gradually clenched.

He tried hard to endure, his thin lips trembling slightly.

Soon, his forehead was covered with dense thin sweat, and his face became paler and paler.

In the dream, he was trapped in a dilapidated orphanage.

Because of disrepair for a long time, most of the walls are broken, like the skin that has been torn off the skin, just looking at it makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

At this time, Qin Ming was still a young man with the pseudonym "Jin He", but his body was thin, his face was pale, and he was very weak.

He was squeezed into a big bed with several children, his eyes were open, and he couldn't fall asleep.

Suddenly, with a creak, the door opened.

Dim lights shone in along the corridor, stretching the man's shadow long.

He looked five or sixty years old, wearing a long black coat, a wide hat, thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a flashlight in his hand, like a dark wizard who suddenly appeared in a magic movie.

A seven or eight-year-old boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up slowly.

"Dean, why are you here?"

The man called the dean is Li Kun, who has been in charge of the orphanage for more than ten years.

A friendly smile immediately appeared on Li Kun's face, and he made a gesture of silencing him.

"Come here, I have a gift for you."

His words were gentle and quickly moved the little boy's heart.

Just when the little boy was jumping for joy, Li Kun suddenly added something.

"Keep your voice down, don't wake them up, or you won't have a gift."

The little boy nodded innocently and tiptoed out of bed.

In the darkness, Jin He quietly opened his eyes.

He watched the boy take Li Kun's hand and walked out happily.

Then, there was the sound of the door being closed again.

He was restless and struggled repeatedly for a long time, but he couldn't help it and followed.

In the long corridor, all the rooms are very quiet.

Jin He searched carefully, and finally came to the end of the corridor.

There is a closed room there that is not open to anyone.

In the entire orphanage, only the principal has a spare key.

That day, by coincidence, the room was not closed, revealing a thin crack.

A dim light slowly seeps out from inside, leaving a faint silhouette on the ground.

Faintly, he heard the cry of a child.

Suddenly, Jin He felt a little fear in his heart, instinctively preventing him from approaching.

But, somehow, the body seems to be one step ahead of the brain.

He approached the door quietly, and looked in through the crack of the door.

In the next instant, his complexion was as pale as paper.

The boy just now was stripped of all his clothes, tied to a stool, and kept shaking.

Li Kun was holding a barbed iron whip at this time, and swung it at the boy vigorously.

In an instant, blood was dripping, and the skin was ripped apart.

The boy cried out in pain, his body almost twisted into a ball.

The scars were shocking, and the blood flowed continuously along the wounds, staining the floor under his feet red.

Jin He tightly covered his mouth, held his breath, and did not dare to make any noise.

He widened his eyes and clearly saw the enjoyment on Li Kun's face.

It seemed that every time the boy yelled, some of Li Kun's perverted desires were satisfied to a certain extent, and his expression became a little bit happier.

After a while, the frisky child turned into a blood man, beyond recognition.

Li Kun let go of the rope and watched the boy fall to the ground coldly.

The boy was lying on the ground, with almost no intact flesh on his skin, and his breath was weak.

Li Kun was a little dissatisfied, kicked the boy hard, and snorted softly, "Why did it die so soon? What a waste!"

The boy's whole body was covered in blood, and his cute little face became stained with blood.

He moved his lips hard, as if he was saying something.

It's just that the other party's voice was too low, and after a distance, Jin He couldn't hear clearly.

Li Kun squatted halfway, a mocking smile gradually emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"What's the difference between an unwanted child and a rag? How dare you covet gifts?"

As he spoke, he picked up the rope beside him and strangled the boy's neck.

"Abandoned children should not have unrealistic dreams."

He whispered in the boy's ear, watching the boy's expression become more and more distorted, but the smile on his face became wider and wider.

Jin He saw the boy's complexion getting paler and paler, so pale that there was no blood.

In the end, his spirit slowly failed and turned a dusty gray.

At that moment, Jinhe understood for the first time what death is.

Fresh life is like withered flowers, quickly withering.