Ichimori Peace

Imperfect body.

Song Sen'an said, "I miss him."

Song Sen'an said, "If the person in my arms is him, how wonderful it would be."

Xia Xing's face turned pale, he pushed Song Sen'an away and fell to the ground.

Tears roll down, pain, sorrow.

Xia Xing looked at him, as if he was very strange, but the tears flowed endlessly.

Song Sen'an smiled, the smile was still very gentle, and he said, "I love him, and only him."

No, stop it, please stop it.

Song Sen'an, please, please stop talking.

Song Sen'an, please, don't be so cruel to me.

Xia Xing covered her ears, bit her red lips, blood and tears flowed down her cheeks, fell into the sand, and disappeared.

Chapter 98

When Song Sen'an came out of the bathroom, he heard Xia Xing's pain.He came to the bedside and stroked the broken hair on the other side's forehead.

Xia Xing unconsciously held Song Sen'an's hand tightly, as if she was afraid.

Song Sen'an was helpless, he didn't know what kind of dream the other party was having that would cause him such pain.

Xia Xing cried out suddenly, his voice was small, Song Sen'an didn't care at first, but the other party's words made him startled.

He shouted, Song Sen'an, please, please stop talking.

He shouted, Song Sen'an, please, don't be so cruel to me.

It was only then that Song Anyuan knew that he was very bad in Xia Xing's dream, and he was the only one who could make Xia Xing hurt like this.

Xia Ying, didn't I tell you earlier to stay away from me?

Now, you are tortured by me even in your dreams, so you can't blame me.

Song Anyuan patted Xia Xing's back lightly, trying to make him feel better, but Xia Xing's expression was still painful, as if he was trapped in a dream.

Song Sen'an frowned. After all, dreams can cause collapse, especially staying in dreams for a long time is not good for the state of the nerves.

He said, "Xia Xing, wake up?"

His voice had no effect, and then he raised his hand and patted Xia Xing's cheek lightly, and Xia Xing didn't show any sign of waking up, but became more and more painful, with tears dripping onto Song Sen'an's fingertips, it was so desolate.

Song Anyuan withdrew his hand and squeezed his chest, there was a dull pain here, did he feel sorry for Xia Xing?

It turned out that the pain happened like this, but he couldn't do it like this, he couldn't be soft-hearted.

He kissed away Xia Xing's tears, which were salty and bitter, and melted in his mouth, bringing the tide of memory.

He kissed him, at this moment, he really wanted to tell Xia Xing, don't cry, his heart hurts, it really hurts.

What is love like?And you, why do you love me?

If you knew that I was using you, would you still love me?

If you know that my purpose is to hurt you, will you still love me?

Xia Xing, we have no future.

Xia Ying, we cannot love each other.

At the end of the soul, who is playing the song of mourning?

Song Sen'an kissed Xia Xing uncontrollably, licking the back of each other's teeth lightly, very rude and gentle.

However, the next moment, Song Sen'an was awake again.He was burdened with hatred and couldn't let it go, so he shouldn't continue like this, otherwise all his hard work would be in vain because of Xia Xing.

He looked at Xia Xing, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch the opponent's neck, kill him now.

Now, after killing Xia Xing, you will no longer have any worries.

Kill him, kill him.

Song Sen'an was driven by the ruthless voice, but he didn't make a move.

It turned out that he was still tempted, he was actually tempted by Xia Ying.

But, why let him realize it now?

It's too late, it's too late.

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After waking up in an instant, Xia Xing had a headache and felt like he was a fish deprived of oxygen and was on the verge of death.

He was panting, his eyes were sore, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see clearly the furnishings in the room.

He opened his mouth and tried to call Song Sen'an, but he couldn't make a sound, his throat was blocked, no matter how hard he tried, he was still dumb.

He stood up, hugged his arms tremblingly, his whole body was drenched with sweat, and his clothes stuck to his skin, bringing a strange feeling.

He closed his eyes, and the picture in his dream emerged, and his heart ached.

Don't think about it, that's not Song Sen'an, it must not be Song Sen'an.

Song Sen'an is very gentle, very gentle to him, but the other party will never hurt him with gentleness.

But he was terrified, afraid of facing Song Sen'an like that, afraid of being hurt by Song Sen'an.

At this time, the sound of the door opening sounded, he looked up, and saw Song Sen'an entering the room.

When Song Sen'an saw him, the worry in his eyes dropped, and he said, "Xia Ying, you're finally awake."

Xia Xing was startled, and the pain in her chest started again.When he pinched himself, he was afraid that it was a dream again, but the pain in his arm proved that he had returned to reality.

He burst into tears.

Fortunately, it was a dream.

Well, that's not true.

Chapter 99

He doesn't remember who told him that the smarter people will become stupid one day.Song Sen'an knew long ago that people who love to cry will cause others to feel distressed.He hated Xia Ying crying, but he never hated Xia Ying like this.

He was mostly unintentional and helpless, so Xia Xing, the rose plant, unknowingly pierced all the thorns into his flesh and blood.

If he had found out about his feelings earlier, would he be able to get out of here and walk away at ease?

It's a pity that he never leaves himself a way out when he does things, and if he wants to regret it, there is no way for him to start again.

Although, he already knew his love, how could the feelings mixed with hatred last long.

After all, he said that if he really fell in love with Xia Xing, he would cut off this budding feeling with his own hands.Rather than suffering the pain of the last two, he would rather the pain be only temporary.

He looked at Xia Xing who was awake, even if he felt sorry for him, even if he was worried about him, he could only say, "Xia Xing, you finally woke up."

Let it be like this, I regard everything before as a dream, in the dream, I will be ridiculous enough to like you, and how can I like you?

I should hate you, I should hate you.

You are the one I want to hurt you, you are the one I want to use you.

He came to the bed and asked worriedly, "Is it a nightmare?"

Xia Xing didn't speak, but looked at him with tears in his eyes.

Song Sen'an wiped away his tears and sighed, "If you cry again, your eyes will be swollen very badly."

Xia Xing was slightly startled, bit her lips lightly, then hugged him, choked up continuously.

Song Sen'an didn't move, even though Xia Xing was crying, he didn't give him any tenderness.

In this way, is it what he expects to distance them?

The hand he was about to raise, but dropped silently, just like that, just like this, let him not go wrong.

Be cruel, be cruel.

Xia Xing, tell me, does fate always play tricks on us?

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As night falls, the sea wind howls, and the waves hit the reef, surging and surging.

After Xia Ying fell asleep, Song Sen'an went out, went to the end of the corridor, and lit a cigarette.

He was irritable, hoping to numb himself with smoking, but after taking a puff, he extinguished the cigarette again.

He leaned his back against the wall, looked up at Bai Jie's wall, was in a daze for a while, and suddenly remembered something.

He walked towards another room, and when he entered the room, he smelled the smell of blood. He thought he hadn't beaten Hong Danran to death yet.

He locked the door, turned on the light, and came to Hong Danran, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at him as if in pity.

On the seat, Hong Danran was tied up, his ankles and wrists were bleeding due to the struggle, and his originally resolute face was beaten so hard that he couldn't see his human form.

His lips were pale, dry and peeling, his clothes were blood-stained, and he looked like he was exhausted.

Song Sen'an only locked him in the room for a day, and the other party was like this. After a month, he might not be a corpse when it was returned to Luo Shiwei.

He frowned, and didn't expect him to strike so hard, but who would be kind to a person who wanted to kill himself?

He smiled, and then crushed the opponent's ankle with one foot.

Hong Danran was awakened by the pain, but he was unable to raise his head. Even if he really wanted to chop Song Sen'an into pieces, he couldn't do anything.

He moved his lips, his voice hoarse, "Song Sen'an, kill me if you have the ability."

Song Sen'an glanced at him and said softly, "Don't use aggressive methods, it won't work for me."

He closed his eyes and said sarcastically, "You are just like him, useless."

Song Sen'an said with a smile, "You want to die, but I don't want to get my hands dirty."

When he stopped talking, Hong Danran glared at him with hatred in his eyes.

He roared, "What right do you have to call me dirty!"

Song Sen'an narrowed his eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Don't you live by pleasing Luo Shiwei with your body?"

When Hong Danran heard this, he felt that his self-esteem was crushed under his feet, which was a great humiliation to him.

It's just that, he couldn't even refute it, perhaps, it was indeed what Song Sen'an said.Therefore, he hated Luo Shiwei, Song Sen'an who caused him to suffer all this, and even more hated himself for not being able to kill them.

He closed his eyes, bit his lips, and heard Song Sen'an mockingly said, "I don't know if you will be his slave for the rest of your life, unable to lift your head up."

"Shut up!" He yelled angrily, but his voice was broken and trembling with anger.

Song Sen'an pursed his lips, and he really didn't speak, but he slapped Hong Danran.

Hong Danran's face was knocked off, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and his eyes were dull.

He had a headache, the pain was getting worse, and his eyes were dark, but Song Sen'an didn't make him faint, but took out the syringe from the drawer and stuck it into his blood vessel.

He opened his pupils wide and suddenly shouted, "What did you hit me!"

Song Sen'an remained silent, and pressed him to prevent the other party from moving. He didn't take out the needle until all the liquid in the needle tube was injected into the other party's blood.

Hong Danran hated to see him, if he hadn't been tied up, he would have chopped Song Sen'an into pieces and fed them to the dogs.

Song Sen'an approached him, deliberately smiled strangely, "What do you think?"

He was silent, and there was no sound in the room again, and then silence.

Song Sen'an stood up straight, looked up at the hour hand on the wall, and thought it was time to go back.

He turned around and was about to leave when Hong Danran asked in confusion, "Why do you give me glucose?"

Song Sen'an stopped, turned around, looked back and smiled, and caressed