The door was slammed hard, and the two worlds were instantly isolated.
Wen Xihe stared at the tightly closed door. Her chest was burning with hot flames, as if she could jump out of her body at any time and angrily burn the entire villa to ashes. But in this thick flame
Inside, a strong and desolate sadness swept silently. That sadness was like a water dragon hovering in this flame. The hot anger turned into Wen Xihe's strong anger in just an instant.
The unresolved resentment.
Her throat seemed to be blocked for a moment, and it tried to struggle to make an angry voice and vent. In the end, Wen Xihe's body softened and fell to the bed, and tears fell down with "thunderbolts".
This is He Mingjue, this is He Mingjue today. He had just left her body, and her body was still naked and exposed to the cool air. Her whole body was still filled with the familiar aura of a man.
, there are still traces of his crazy torture on her body.
But this man just left without looking back, determined to trap her here to death.
She huddled under the quilt, her body ached, but her consciousness was very clear. Wen Xihe was more desperate than ever, with unbreakable sadness.
The villa is a place where you can move freely, but that day, Wen Xihe never stepped out of the door. She was lying on the bed, her body trembling under the sheets, and there was still pain after pleasure. Wen Xihe
She didn't remember those scenes of wanton entanglement. She only remembered Ye Yuwei's slightly proud profile, He Mingjue's cold face and his decisive voice.
From afternoon to evening, from evening to night, and then into the night. There was no sound in the room, as if what existed there was just a trace of living breath, not a living person. In the darkness, the breathing was amplified. That kind of breathing
, but it looks like a person's wanton entanglement. He keeps making noises and never compromises.
For He Mingjue, this is Wen Xihe's most silent struggle. She has not eaten or drank since the afternoon. The meals brought into the room by the servants are either brought out intact or are completely eaten by the servants.
Bring it out.
Wen Xihe is fighting, she is expressing her deepest resistance to He Mingjue in a way that is almost a hunger strike.
Undoubtedly, people in the waiting position can almost see it. He Mingjue's feelings for Wen Xihe are love. This love started from the ignorant meeting when they were young. In the long years, they have experienced
Wen Xihe's ignorant childhood and ignorant youth. And He Mingjue's love from the beginning, which he thought was family, to the love that broke out of the shackles of family and moved forward. Until the end, this love became unwavering.
Move and refuse to give in.
But it was obvious that Wen Xihe didn't understand, and it was difficult to understand. For her, Ye Yuwei was a thorn in her heart. Even if He Mingjue's big hand pulled out the thorn with force, leaving behind
The salt in the stabbed wound in her heart was still melting silently.
This is the gap that Wen Xihe and He Mingjue cannot bridge.
The ashtray on the coffee table in the living room was filled with thick ash. Late at night, He Mingjue snuffed out the last cigarette between his index and middle fingers and stood up from the sofa. He kicked the door open, almost violently.
He pulled Wen Xihe out of bed. In Wen Xihe's almost painful struggle, he pushed her hard against the cold wall. He suppressed her with such strength that it seemed like he could kill her in an instant.
Wen Xihe squeezed into his body alive.
The man's eyes were flashing with red fire, which looked extremely frightening against the dim yellow light. "Wen Xihe, are you on a hunger strike for me?" His voice suddenly increased in strength, and he spoke fiercely.
As Wen Xihe rushed towards me, "You'd better eat some food. Do you want to escape? Do you want to escape from me? Then show your ability! Escape is your ability,
If you can’t escape, just stay by my side!”
In an instant, Wen Xihe hated He Mingjue even more deeply. The contrast between him at this time often made Wen Xihe think that the Hemingjue who survived in her memory and indulged her infinitely and loved her was just that.
She was like a beautiful phantom at a certain time.
But at least He Mingjue was right about one thing. She wanted to fight this man, she wanted to leave here, and leave this man's side!