rebirth of wrong love farewell

The cloud-like font is like blood lines, engraving the woman's tenderness and affection, and the red, swollen and bleeding handwriting is branded on the left chest close to the heart, an eternal imprint.

Lan Youruo watched the boy enduring the pain, lowered his head slightly, and gently licked away the blood beads on his chest, the fishy smell instantly spread from the tongue buds to every part of the mouth.

She raised her head, licked away the blood stains from her lips charmingly, and swallowed it, as if drinking a fine liquid.

She leaned forward to kiss his whitened lips and teeth, her tongue slid in like a small snake, intertwining with him lingeringly.

Gently wiping off the dense beads of sweat on his face and body with slender hands, Lan Youruo felt the lingering aftertaste of his body trembling slightly, and said softly, "Are you okay?"

She didn't ask if it hurt, just because her heart was twitching and aching like the pain he was enduring.

Liang Nuo shook his head feebly and smiled comfortingly, but it made his sweaty, pale face turn paler due to the intense pain.

The girl slowly unshackled his hands and feet, and threw them to the ground.Rubbing his red wrist, he pursed his lips and remained silent.

When the pain gradually became numb, the boy slowly raised himself up, looking at the word You floating on his chest, the soft but sharp font, he smiled wanly.

Kissing the white forehead of the girl in front of him, his smile seemed to burst from his throat: "Are you satisfied? Quiet."

Lan Youruo bit her lips lightly, her eyes gleaming charmingly were as thin as a passing hourglass.Her forehead was pressed against his, and Ru Lan's breath carried her naturally charming voice: "Is it my fault?"

Liang Nuo looked at her affectionate eyes and smiled helplessly, he said sincerely: "As long as you don't blame me." If it can make her feel at ease, this little pain is nothing.

The girl gently rubbed his face line, her voice was as solid as ice: "Remember the pain you endured just now. Liang Nuoyi." She continued, "This is like the torment my heart once endured."

"I don't love men, but you are the only one who loses my heart." Her tone seemed to be the confusion and coldness that had been accumulated for a whole winter, "Since you saved and provoked me, then you shouldn't act like this. You know, in this life I It is no regret to risk your life in exchange for this joy."

Liang Nuoyi covered her lips, shook his head, and said: "I don't want your life, I want you to live, live well." Life is not easy, if you are not afraid of death, then what hope is there.

She covered the back of his hand, Jue Rao said: "In this case, the two of us are one body."

The boy looked at her deeply, the pain in his chest lingered, but it warmed his lonely and gloomy heart.He solemnly said: "You live and I live, and you die and I die." You, forgive me, you must forgive me.

Lan Youruo's eyes were filled with the lingering water waves, she looked at him lonely, and finally a desolate and sad smile appeared on her lips.

Like the wind, she caressed his still somewhat green and childish face, then picked up the handcuffs from the ground, clicked, and re-cuffed his hands.

Liang Nuo looked at the shackles on her hands, and at the posture that she was about to handcuff her feet, and said in surprise: "You~"

Click, when his hands and feet were bound.Lan Youruo was half-sitting on the side, stroking her soft lips with her index finger, and smiling.

Her enchanting body stood up gracefully, her white feet stepped on the cold floor, her eyes were as deep as the sea, so chilling.

Looking at the boy moving on the bed, she stretched out her fingers softly and unbuttoned her white shirt one by one.

Under his shaking of the head, he pleaded not to get down, took off the clothes on his upper body, tapped his fingers on the back lightly, and removed the last concealment.

The boy looked at her carcass, which was as soft as white porcelain, glowing like water, steaming softly, and the long hair in the shawl vented the enchanting enchantment of the soft moonlight.

The waist turned upwards vigorously, the boy sat on the bed, looked at the needle in her hand, and said with tears: "No, please, no, you~"

The boy who was struggling and wriggling to get closer was kicked back on the bed by her. Lan Youruo's eyes were full of dark lights. She stretched out her hand, looked at the silver needle between her fingers, and smiled charmingly.

Under the boy's mournful roar, he pierced his heart ruthlessly.

The author has something to say: I am going to practice the Sunflower Collection~