Playing to the death and cheating on you

She suddenly wanted to lean into his arms, just for a moment, just for a moment, to feel his body temperature up close, to feel his scorching breath, to feel his heat, just for a moment. 【26nbsp;】

If she doesn't rely on her again this time, maybe she will never have the hope and courage to lie in the arms of a man.The third prince, how much she longs for the third prince, the desire for a man's body, not for sex, but purely for a kind of faith and eagerness.In order to drive away the loneliness.

She wanted to hug him, but when she stretched out her hand, she saw that he had turned into the emperor's face, looking at her full of anger and despair, and kept saying: whore, whore.

It was his lips, and she read it clearly.

There was still blood on her face, just like when she killed him—he betrayed her once, and she betrayed him forever.Who will know who owes more to whom?

And why should the tombstone point out to me that what I love is nothingness?

I can't hug, so I have to let go.

The third prince was still calm, but he held her hand for too long, making him look warm.He took a piece of clothing and put it on her body, and she suddenly felt sad: "Third Prince, you have been waiting for me here."

"I will wait for you."

"Whether I come or not, you have to wait for me."

"Yes, whether you come or not, I have been waiting."

She was satisfied, but her face was full of tears, and she suddenly became mad: "No! Don't wait for me, definitely don't wait for me. Once I leave, please leave too...Third Prince, don't wait for me, don't wait for me again... "

She turned away.

The third prince kept watching her back as she walked away.This time, she never looked back, her steps were calm at first, and then they became faster and faster, and finally, she completely disappeared into a cold mist... as if she was running towards a death date.

At this time, he sighed in a low voice.The hut is lonely, the hut is simple, the cold wind blows in gusts, and the 1000 taels of silver bills in his arms...all of this is like an illusion.Not only her, but even he felt that it was an illusion.Until the chest began to ache, involving a bone, miserable to the extreme pain.He opened the skirt of his shirt and saw bloodstains—a blood red that was extremely bleak, seeping out one by one.

When she was there, he forcibly suppressed it.

When she left, he knew that the time had come.

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