Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Song Jingyuan walked out of the bathroom without anyone noticing.

He only wore a white towel around his waist. When he approached, his eyes locked on Fu Liang's left hand, which was the most injured. Looking into his eyes fiercely, he asked:

"In order to leave me, hurt yourself like this? Is it worth it?"

Fu Liang licked his lips, the bloody breath lingered on the tip of his tongue, and the wound on his lips split open again.

With a weak tone, he explained sincerely: "I didn't want to leave you, I just don't want you to do stupid things again."

"what--"

Fu Liang burst into tears from the corner of his eyes, and Song Jingyuan's fingers pressed hard on the wound on the back of his left hand.

Song Jingyuan let go of his hand teasingly again, and Fu Liang gasped non-stop, trying to maintain his sanity.

"Still lying?" Song Jingyuan picked up the dagger on the ground and put it on the ground carelessly, "What I did was not stupid but serious."

"You want to kill me?" Fu Liang pursed her lips, looking straight at Song Jingyuan with sad eyes.

Song Jingyuan was noncommittal, just smiled lightly like a ghost.

Fu Liang gasped again: "Murder is against the law and you will go to jail, Xiao Jing, don't do this, I promise you not to leave, let me go?"

"It's too late..." Song Jingyuan licked his lips, with a weird and charming smile, "You lied to me, I won't believe you again, I've already made a mistake once, I'm not afraid of repeating the same mistake, anyway, I will go to jail no matter what. "

Fu Liang was shocked by his words, and with a little clarity in his mind, he came up with a terrifying thought: "You, did you do something to Su Yingying?"

Song Jingyuan smiled wickedly. He gently approached Fu Liang and whispered in his ear, "I'll kill her."

"Uh..." Fu Liang looked at him in disbelief, his chest was filled with complex emotions such as guilt, anger, and sadness, and he couldn't help shaking his head, "Xiao Jing, you are really crazy, how can you kill someone?"

Song Jingyuan: "Why not? My heart is dead, am I still afraid of going to jail?"

"I'm sorry..." Fu Liang's tears fell instantly, blaming herself and heartache, "I hurt you."

Song Jingyuan: "Yes, that's right, you killed me, everything is your fault, we will settle it tonight, maybe... I am suddenly happy, so I forgive you and let you go free. "

……

The swift and sharp lightning mercilessly tore through the sky, accompanied by the deafening thunder, the strong wind pulled and roared all things back and forth, and the ground withered in an instant, and the mountains and rivers shook.

Fu Liang felt dizzy and felt pain very clearly.

His injured left hand couldn't grasp anything, and his clenched right hand pinched bleeding marks on his palm. His whole body seemed to be wandering in the gate of hell, and he even wanted to jump into hell immediately.

……

Song Jingyuan knelt in front of him, leaned closer to his lips, and said softly: "It's almost three o'clock, are you sleepy? I'll make you sober."

The wound on Fu Liang's forehead soaked the gauze, and the blood mixed with sweat flowed down/flowed, condensing on his long and thick eyelashes.

His eyes opened a little, Song Jingyuan's image was sickly and crazy, he smacked his lips twice and asked softly: "What else do you want to do? If you want to kill me, just do it, don't torture me."

"You're really unconscious. I'm a lunatic. It's not like you don't know that it's my pleasure to torture you..."

He rubbed his cheek against Fu Liang's face, the sweat of the two mixed together, and confessed in Fu Liang's ear, "You make me feel very happy."

Fu Liang: "..."

He was about to say something, but ended up saying nothing.

Song Jingyuan took the military dagger that had been placed on the bed in advance, and he slowly opened the dagger's cover. The blade was glowing with sharp frost under the beige light. Distracted and helpless eyes.

"I'll help you sober up, bear with it."

Song Jingyuan smiled evilly, with Fu Liang's blood on his lips.

"what--"

Fu Liang's body trembled violently, and he screamed out. The cold sweat on his face became even more raging. Under the bright light from the ceiling, his skin was almost white to transparent.

It turned out that Song Jingyuan slashed his left thigh severely with a dagger, and the skin and flesh split immediately, and blood gushed out, staining the ground in an instant.

Song Jingyuan leaned down, greedily sucking the blood from his thigh, Fu Liang's whole body trembled involuntarily...

Fu Liang didn't know the time, he was numb from the pain, and even time seemed to be stagnant, he couldn't tell what was the pain he was going through, what was his illusion, or maybe he was going to die, and before he died, there would always be a revolving door Have some hallucinations.

For example, recalling the happy days, the most memorable things when I was a child, and...the one I love the most...

Song Jingyuan's lips and teeth were full of his blood, which made his smile even more treacherous.

He raised his hand and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and his perverted handsome face approached Fu Liang's eyes: "I can let you go, but there is one condition, are you willing to agree?"

As he spoke, he pinched Fu Liang's jaw with his left hand, forcing Fu Liang to look at him. Fu Liang felt that even if he wanted to leave, he was already dead, so he just smiled weakly.

The smile was so poignant under the light that Song Jingyuan's thoughts were accidentally pulled back to that alley...

Compared with everything the two of them had experienced, he preferred Fu Liang in that alley. For some reason, that Fu Liang moved his heart so much.

Song Jingyuan's tears flowed down uncontrollably and fell on his mouth salty. Although he knew that he was reluctant, he still held up the dagger and stably inserted it above Fu Liang's heart.

The dull pain in his heart made Fu Liang wake up again for a moment. He looked at Song Jingyuan affectionately, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes unscrupulously.

Song Jingyuan put his left hand around his waist, smiled in his ear and said, "You can go, leave your heart to me."

Fu Liang felt that Song Jingyuan's hand holding the dagger was trembling, so he slowly raised his left hand to caress his back, and then suddenly retracted his force in front of him, and the dagger penetrated deeper into his chest under his thrust.

Song Jingyuan: "..."

"Okay, I'll leave my heart to you." Fu Liang gently bit his earlobe and said.

Song Jingyuan carefully cut open Fu Liang's chest while crying, he wanted to take out the heart that belonged to him completely...

His forehead rested on Fu Liang's shoulder, and tears flowed freely on his face. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a piece of post-it note in the watch bag on the ground not far away, on which was written——Xiao Jing, I wish you happiness for the rest of your life .