President Hunting Love is too fierce

I just want to go back quickly, go home, get into bed and cry well, and then treat it as a nightmare and forget it.

Looking at her strange expression, Lan Shen suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Things went so weirdly tonight, and it was too easy for Xiaoqian to forgive him. Happiness came too fast, and it seemed unreal.

But now I think the fog in the dream is gradually dissipating, and the cruel shadow of reality begins to show.

He seemed to be thinking of something, his face turned pale suddenly, his eyes were fixed on her, and he asked in disbelief: "Xiao Qian, you didn't do it willingly, did you?"

His hoarse voice was full of uneasiness, but there was still a hint of expectation hidden.

Bai Ling shook her body, and pushed him away from grabbing her hand.

"Don't ask any more questions, just treat tonight as a dream."

Knowing the truth will only hurt people, even if he even took away her last thing, but at least she can tell right from wrong.

He was innocent, the happiness he was looking forward to with all his heart was nothing but a fantasy, she was just lying to him.

"Fantasy? What do you mean? Such a thing happened, you lightly said it was a dream, what are you deceiving me?" Lan Shen asked painfully from his stiff lips.

He thought tonight was the beginning of happiness, but was it all fake?Why, why let him fall from the happiest peak to the abyss.

Bai Ling looked at him sideways, her eyes were filled with tears, her voice tried to be calm, but she couldn't help being desolate:

"Do you really want to know the truth? Your mother said, I want to give myself to you tonight, or I will never see my sister again. It's as simple as that. She wants to save her son. I can't let my sister No harm whatsoever. So here I am, I do it, I'm done with it."

Feng Tianwu probably thought that if she had an intimate relationship with Lan Shen, then everything would become a certainty.

But Feng Tianwu didn't understand that she had already lost too much, and she didn't care about losing this last purity.

Now that there is nothing left, she has nothing to care about.

Lan Shen froze there, stiff like a stone sculpture, it turned out that she was really persecuting.

Then her meekness, forgiveness, and love are false.

My heart ached to the extreme, as if my chest had been gouged out by thousands of knives.

Then cut off the fresh heart one by one, and discarded it.