101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

She knew that Fu Hong was outside, she knew, that man, after hearing their conversation, didn't he, what would he think of himself in his heart?

Why, her heart hurts more than cutting her own flesh, as if it hurts a hundred times and a thousand times more.

Zi Yang really didn't know when she cared so deeply for Fu Hong;

No, in fact, she didn't have that deep affection for him at all, as if it was an instinct, ever since she started writing the script, that instinct had been called out from her subconscious bit by bit.

Not under her control, not by her will.

Dong Zhuo could feel the blood gushing from her leg.

He felt that he was about to be driven crazy by her, completely driven crazy.

"I won't touch you, I won't touch you, I really won't touch you, don't hurt yourself, Yangyang, I beg you, don't hurt yourself anymore, it's my fault, if you hurt, cut my flesh You hurt me, don't hurt yourself, I beg you." Dong Zhuo's eyes were so anxious that he was about to bleed.

He pressed her down in a daze, his whole body was misplaced, he pulled the quilt and wrapped them tightly, and then his tone became extremely anxious.

"I won't touch you, I didn't even touch you, don't hurt yourself, don't hurt yourself again!"

Zi Yang didn't seem to hear his words.

It's just that she looked at the familiar man coldly, and couldn't see his face clearly in the dark, but she seemed to be able to see the uncontrollable panic in his eyes.

However, even so, he would not really let her go.

Why is it that when a person hurts you, it seems that he can't tolerate the slightest harm to you?How did these two completely different emotions manifest themselves so clearly in his body.

Ziyang really doesn't understand.

She only knew that her heart was so painful, so painful, but she had to act with him.

"Brother Zhuo, it hurts..."

She called his name delicately, and her words sounded explicit and provocative, but only she and him knew whether the pain in these words was real pain or explicit words of love.

At least, the man who was standing at the door with his fingers pressed against the door, making it difficult to make a decision whether to advance or retreat, did not know at this moment.

In Fu Hong's mind, there is only one horrible picture.

So much so that no matter how he comforted himself in his heart, his whole body couldn't be shaken.

It's just that there is a door, but his hands are trembling, and he can't push the door open.

No, he was afraid to push away.

After pushing away, you can no longer deceive yourself;

"Yangyang, are you comfortable?" The voice raised...

Ziyang's lips were bitten until blood dripped, she closed her eyes in pain, opened and closed her lips twice, but unexpectedly couldn't utter a word.

Dong Zhuo was trembling all over, he didn't dare to touch her, even if he touched her skin, the blood vessels on her thighs would rupture more.

However, he also did not allow all of this to go to waste because of his soft heart.

"Dong Zhuo, I hate you, I really hate you..." Why did he force her so much, why? ! ! ! ! !

He also hated himself.

Hate myself for being cowardly, hate myself for letting her go in the first place, so that now, for another man, she is so self-harming that she refuses to let him touch her;

His hatred is not as small as hers.

"If you want to hate, just hate. As I said, you acted with me, and you didn't perform well. Now the man standing outside the door, I will send him to hell tonight; Yangyang, if hatred can make you feel comfortable One point, you just hate me, and I really, really hate myself."