Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 879

He took a step back and didn't touch her again.

"Ah!" Lin Xiaoxiao growled, her face distorted with anger.

……

Feng Mocheng drove a sports car and sped along the road.

His gaze seemed to lose focus, he was clearly looking ahead, but his direction was already blurred.

On the road where cars come and go, it is undoubtedly very dangerous for him to drive like this, and he doesn't even wear a seat belt.

Those words kept reverberating in his mind.

Repeatedly.

[Actually, at first, I was annoyed by him, I thought he was too self-righteous. 】

【How could I like him? 】

【It is impossible for me to like him, I have no feeling for him at all. 】

[What does this have to do with surnames?If you don't like it, you don't like it, not because of his surname. 】

[I admit that he comes from a good background, and many girls like him, but it doesn't mean that I must be among these girls. 】

[He should know, after all, I said something to him before, it was so obvious, he is not a fool, how could he not hear it?I just hope he doesn't bother me anymore. "]

I can't possibly like him...I don't feel anything about him...I just hope he doesn't bother me anymore...Just don't bother me anymore...Just don't bother me anymore...

It turned out that in that woman's heart, she thought so.

It turned out that these were the words she had always wanted to tell him but hadn't told him.

It turned out that his existence was just annoying her...

The man's black eyes reflected the brilliance of the neon lights in front of him, but in these brilliance, there was an extreme darkness and coldness.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of the knife-carved mouth, and his harsh expression seemed to have been baptized by hell, full of destructive cruelty.

Lin Jing, since I am like this in your heart, then don't blame me.

Since I give you tenderness and you don't want it, then you are ready to accept my cruelty!
……

late at night.

The flame is burning.

The blood in her body was flowing continuously.

Lin Jing clutched the sheets tightly, his frail body writhing non-stop on the bed, sweat dripping from his body, soaking the bedding.

It's a dream, but it's like being there.

"Don't, don't! Feng Mocheng, why are you doing this to me? Why?"

"Even if you don't love me, why do you want me to die? Why?"

Even with his eyes closed, even in his sleep, he couldn't stop the tears from rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

The room was filled with her moans of pain.

In the darkness, she uttered a low hoarse voice in horror, her whole body seemed to be bitten by small insects, bit by bit devouring every inch of her flesh and tearing her muscles and bones.

Suddenly, a light came on in the dark room, and the whole room became bright instantly.

Lao Luo came to the bed, lifted the quilt on Lin Jing, and patted her shoulder lightly, "Lin Jing, Lin Jing! Wake up! It's just a dream, wake up!"

Lin Jing sobbed in pain, his whole body was twitching.

Lao Luo shook his head helplessly. He pulled Lin Jing up from the bed, hugged her in his arms, wrapped one hand around her body, and patted her back with the other, comforting her softly: "It's okay, Wake up, it's all just a dream."

Lin Jing gradually opened her eyes, her eyes were scarlet, and her face was full of tears: "Why do I always have this nightmare, why can I never get rid of it?"

(End of this chapter)