Immortal world boss fancy wife chasing

"Like me?" Xiao Moyin smiled, "What does liking me have to do with me?"

"I've said everything I need to say, let's go." Xiao Moyin made a gesture of invitation.

Yin Wuxing stood motionless on the spot, didn't say a word, just looked at him deeply.

"Aren't you going?" Xiao Moyin looked at him, got up and walked out, "If you don't go, I'll go."

Suddenly a strong force hit him, he was thrown on the bed by Yin Wuxing, who leaned over and covered him.

Xiao Moyin lay motionless on the bed, looking at the man getting closer, he asked softly: "So, what do you want to do?"

"...Can't you feel it?" Yin Wuxing's deep voice sounded in his ears, with a trace of pain and restraint, "Do you think it's fake no matter how many times I say I love you? Do you really think that I love you?" Don't you know who the person you love is? Why are you so serious?"

"Do you think I shouldn't be serious?" Xiao Moyin asked him back, with a calm tone, "There are so many self-deceiving people in this world, but I am not."

"If you are so willing to lie to yourself, then come." Xiao Moyin looked directly into Yin Wuxing's eyes, "No matter who you are, no matter what you want to do, you can do whatever you want. But you have to remember, I don't love you. Xiao Moyin doesn't love you."

Yin Wuxing looked at his eyes that were indifferent and irrelevant, and hated him very much.

He kissed his lips fiercely, reached into the depths of his shirt, and tried to threaten his beloved with the objects under him, but the other party didn't respond, just looked at him calmly.

No matter what he did, Xiao Moyin didn't respond, neither cooperated nor resisted, just like a lifeless doll.

Yin Wuxing felt deeply frustrated, he stood up, pulled the thin quilt aside to cover Chiguo's body, and said dejectedly: "You have won."

Xiao Moyin didn't speak, just looked at the ceiling with his eyes open, without even turning his eyes.

But when Yin Wuxing walked out of the room, Xiao Moyin said softly: "...don't be too sad."

Not sad, how can you not be sad.

Yin Wuxing strode towards the elevator, constantly persuading himself: What are you sad about?There is nothing to be sad about, the big deal is to start from scratch.

etc.Yin Wuxing suddenly realized something, ran out of the elevator, and pushed open the half-hidden door.

The window of the room was wide open, and the wind blew up the curtains, bypassing the living room full of sundries, gently stroking Yin Wuxing's face.

There was nothing in the room, and there was a commotion downstairs, Yin Wuxing closed his eyes, he didn't want to look at it, but his trembling hands touched the window frame first.

On the asphalt road, beside the flowerbed, there is a person lying in a pool of blood.

Yin Wuxing sat slumped on the ground, silent for a long time.

His face was ugly, for a long while, he gritted his teeth and said: "Xiao Moyin, you are so cruel!"