Bone Erosion

Chapter 18 You Get Out Of Me
He is a murderer, he killed her father, ruined their family, made her unable to return home, he is a sinner, he should die, she wants revenge, she wants to kill him.

Qiao Anran's eyes were red, she held the knife tightly, and slowly sat up. Under the dim moonlight, the man's face was a little pale, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

Her hand holding the knife trembled a little. Under the moonlight, the knife had an eerie and cold light. She slowly moved the tip of the knife to his heart. As long as she stabbed it hard, she could avenge her father, but that The face is so familiar, he has been with her for ten years, whenever she has something to do, he is always the first to stand up for her.

They have been in love for ten years, there have been painful struggles, and there have also been sweet lingering.

"Why did you treat me like this, why..." Tears of pain slipped from her eyes and fell on his face drop by drop, Qiao Anran cried out sadly in her heart, her hand holding the knife trembled even more.

"Qiao Anran, killing your father and enemy is right in front of you. You are really unfilial. A man as bad as him is such a scumbag. You don't even have the courage to avenge your father. You are really unfilial... "The hand in mid-air trembled violently, but she couldn't stab it hard. Her tears fell fiercely. At this moment, she really hated her own incompetence.

In the quiet bedroom, there was only the sound of Qiao Anran's tears falling more and more ferociously.

A deep, lazy, magnetic voice slowly sounded in the silent night: "If you want my life, just take it, don't hesitate."

Through eyes blurred by tears, Qiao Anran met the man's deep and true eyes, which didn't look like a joke at all.

He stretched out his hand, put it on the back of her hand, and grasped the knife firmly, with a hoarse voice, three parts deep, seven parts fierce: "If you can't do it, let me help you."

As he said, he held her hand and suddenly exerted force.

"Ah..." Seeing that the sharp blade was about to stab into his heart, Qiao Anran yelled out in horror, turned his wrist to the side forcefully, and with a hiss, the sharp knife cut across his clothes , stabbed into the quilt beside him, the clothes on his arm were cut, and there was a wound oozing blood on it.

Qiao Anran was panting, looking at the wound that was continuously oozing blood, her heartbeat seemed to be taken away by someone, and it stopped beating for a while.

"Qiao Anran, didn't you want to avenge your father? Why did you soften your heart?" Fu Jingchen didn't look at the wound on his hand. He held her chin with the other hand and lifted it up forcefully. Looking into her eyes, a mocking smile appeared on her lips, "You still have no love for me, the best proof is that you can't do anything..."

With a slap, Qiao Anran, who was trembling with anger from his words, raised his palm and slapped him hard, his trembling voice roared hoarsely: "It's too late for me to hate you, How could I still have more love for you, get out, get out, I don't want to see you..."

The man pulled out the knife, got out of bed, took a deep look at her, then turned around and left the room without looking back. Without love, how could there be such strong hatred?
Qiao Anran put her arms around herself, weeping sadly, it's not that she has no love for him, she can't do it, it's just that she doesn't have the courage to kill, this time she can't, next time, she will definitely do it.

(End of this chapter)