President Hunting Love is too fierce

His cold and proud face softened, he lowered his head to stare deeply at her still trembling body, tightened his hands, and lowered his voice:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the lighter is just throwing it on the ground to scare you, who told you to be scared, but still hold on. This kind of filthy thing shouldn't stain your hands, you simply don't have the strength to bear that kind of darkness , why force yourself to do it.”

His unusually gentle voice flowed quietly like winter sunshine, and his tone was full of soothing power.

Bai Ling leaned in his arms and was hugged by him forcefully, listening to his calm words of comfort.

The fearful heart gradually calmed down. [

For some reason, she suddenly had the urge to cry, and her dry eyes suddenly became moist.

Salty tears flowed down his eyes, moistening the clothes on his chest.

Probably when every woman is most vulnerable and most afraid, a powerful protector suddenly descends, no matter how much she disliked this person before.

But at this moment, the feeling from the heart is real.

No matter what happens in the future, she will always remember this night, this man, this gentle hug.

After calming down for a while, Bai Ling left his arms, trying to calm down, but her eyes were still flustered and gloomy.

"Mofei, I killed someone. Although he has done many bad things and is a man who deserves to be killed, I'm afraid I can't escape punishment. Even if I destroy his body, I'm afraid I will be discovered soon and I will go to jail yes, right?"

What's more, she really couldn't do anything to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces, and she also had a bottom line that she couldn't bear.

There was a slight trill at the end of Bai Ling's voice, and her fingers were clenched uneasily.

Mofei looked at her slender and paper-white face with complicated eyes, a tingling pain appeared in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but feel sad.

Is it that difficult to get her to ask him for help?

"Hmph, with me here, why would you go to jail? I'm also your accomplice. Besides, I threw that dying bastard out just now. To be precise, he died at my hands, not you. If you If I go to jail, I will also go to jail."

His nonchalant words were full of confidence and courage, as a man who mixed black and white and never had his hands clean.

To him, killing a bastard was nothing at all, and there was no pressure in his heart.

But he knew that killing people was scary and guilt-ridden to her. Can she feel at ease?