A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Holding her head, Liu Mengru cried out mournfully.

The accusations of the previous moment have all disappeared at this moment.

Only the crying sound was earth-shattering...

"Ye Tengda's wife? Hehe... Mengru, Mengru, look at me. Do you still recognize me? I'm Bo Qingqing!"

The crimson lips are like a coquettish wild rose blooming in the night.

The red is dazzling, the red is flamboyant, but it is tender everywhere.

The beauty is breathtaking!

And that stunning beauty's face, under the illumination of the light, looked extraordinarily pale, only two of them had a slightly unnatural blush, as if drunk.

This face, all these years, has always been chasing after Liu Mengru, it is the demonic obstacle and curse in her heart!

"Bo... Bo Qingqing? Bo Qingqing..."

Liu Mengru's eyes widened, and she looked in Bao Jinghan's direction in horror, her eyes were somewhat bewildered and dull, as if she had received some great blow.To put it simply, her performance at the moment is a bit confused.

However, this was also the effect Bao Jinghan wanted.

Just when Liu Mengru murmured the name 'Bo Qingqing', Bao Jinghan smiled calmly and nodded slightly.With a gentle and harmless face, with the softest and most gloomy expression, as if coming from the depths of hell, the cold voice responded: "Yes, it's me. I'm Bao Qingqing, Liu Mengru... I'll wait for you For a long time!"

wait for her?

Why wait for her!

Liu Mengru narrowed her eyes in panic, and subconsciously shrank back.

But when she moved, the calf bone of the injured hind leg throbbed with pain.

"hiss!"

She gasped for air and could raise her head, but before the chilly air was drawn back into her lungs, it was pressed deep in her throat and turned into a light cough.

"Mengru, Liu Mengru..."

There was another whisper.

Bao Jinghan didn't give her any breathing time at all, she couldn't let her have any chance to think, in case she could find her original reason during this time of thinking.Therefore, seeing the right time, Bao Jinghan shot again, subtly prolonging the voice a little bit, giving people the feeling that the voice was deriving, as if it came from a very, very far away place.

"No, don't call me—you go, you go!"

Upon hearing that ethereal voice, Liu Mengru trembled with fright.

The trapped hands waved to the top of the head together, screaming desperately hoarsely.And that action also seemed to be driving away something.

Bao Jinghan didn't let her get what she wanted, but instead approached her again, stretched out his hand to hold her neck, and slowly stroked her cheek.

The cold fingertips lightly touched Liu Mengru's skin.

When touching it, Bao Jinghan could even clearly feel the trembling under his fingertips.

"Mengru... have you forgotten me? We used to be 'good friends'! You also told me that you don't want to be born in the same year and the same month and the same day, but you want to die in the same year and the same month and the same day... Look at how much it is now Years? Calculated, it should be nearly 15 years!"

"Mengru...it's so cold underground, I'm so lonely by myself. We are good sisters, should you fulfill your promise and come down to accompany me, Mengru?"

"It's been 15 years, 15 years! I still remember how you looked when you sent me on the road. In a blink of an eye, you are old too..."

What is more terrifying than the magic sound filling the ear?

It is the sinful and demonic barrier in the bottom of my heart, breaking through the shackles of the prison, rushing out of the fence, and appearing in my mind, eyes, and heart...