He repeatedly sucked and kissed Ning Tong'er's soft lips. Her tears flowed down and mixed into their mouths. The salty taste was all her tears.
But, he doesn't care.
He must get her.
Is it a brand?
He can too.
He should have done this a long time ago!
Damn Murong Lie, damn Murong Lie, he must kill him alive with his own hands!
He would not forgive this damn man for taking away his lover.
With endless resentment and jealousy, Han Qingyi's heart has been twisted.
He kept sucking and kissing Ning Tong'er's lips while taking off her clothes.
However, suddenly, his hand stopped and froze there.
Because, Ning Tong'er has stopped struggling.
He slowly let go of her lips, raised his eyes full of hatred and jealousy, and looked at her.
Ning Tong'er closed her eyes tightly, motionless, and no longer struggled. Only tears were flowing unbridled, flowing over her snow-white cheeks and dripping onto the pillow. It seemed like it would never end, never stop.
will stop.
Han Qingyi's fingers slowly loosened.
He sat astride her body and looked at her with lowered eyes. His graceful eyes, with the ends of them raised, flashed with frustration and despair.
"Why...don't you struggle anymore?"
Ning Tong'er kept her eyes closed. Although her slender body was shaking constantly, she really didn't struggle.
She was obviously extremely frightened and desperate, but why did she let him do whatever he wanted to her?
Han Qingyi punched the sheets hard and yelled: "Why?"
Ning Tong'er's slender body trembled for a moment, and then she opened her eyes.
What a pair of heartbroken and despairing eyes.
With her clear and pure eyes filled with heartbreaking tears, she looked at him desperately, slowly opening her lips that were so red from his kiss, her voice seemed to be broken.
"Brother Qingyi, if you must do this to forgive Tong'er...I...will not stop you..."
However, while saying such words, tears kept flowing from his eyes. What was going on?!
Han Qingyi's white teeth clenched together tightly. He looked at her sinisterly, but his chest kept rising and falling.
Why? Even though he was the one who bullied others, he seemed to have been hurt even more?
Why?
It was obviously him who said he wanted to get her, but Ning Tong'er no longer struggled or resisted. He could get her as he wished, shouldn't it be more trouble-free?
Why are his eyes red because of this?
"Brother Qingyi..." Ning Tong'er looked at him with tears in her eyes. Those innocent eyes that he had looked at for eighteen years, eyes that he felt were more precious than anything else, were constantly flowing out of crystal clear water.
Tears, but she bit her lip and cried word by word, "It's Tong'er who's not good, right?"
It was this last sentence that completely broke Han Qingyi's heart.
He tilted his head back as if in disbelief, and suddenly raised his fingers to cover his eyes.
Uncontrollable tears were streaming down from the corners of his eyes unbridled.
His heart was really broken by her.
Lowering his eyes, he suddenly grabbed her slender wrist and looked into hers with red eyes: "I'm not your brother Qingyi, I told you!"
He is not a gentle person, he is just pretending, pretending!
It's because she likes gentle people that he pretends to be like this.
He is not gentle at all, not kind at all, and not soft-hearted at all.
He is simply born cold-blooded, born twisted, and born perverted.
Does she still believe that he is a good person?
Brother Qingyi?
He is not!
He was never meant to be her brother.
He doesn't care.
However, while glaring at her so viciously and saying such words so heartlessly, his tears kept flowing down at the same time, flowing down his elegant face.
Ning Tong'er cried so hard that her shoulders were shaking, but she bit her lip hard to prevent herself from crying.
She didn't know that Han Qingyi looked more like someone had stabbed a knife in his heart.
"Brother Qingyi..."
She is calling him.
A delicate, gentle, broken voice with a crying sound.
But it was like a blow on his heart, with the most terrifying power, enough to destroy the last trace of his dignity.
Han Qingyi turned over and got out of bed, looked at her coldly, and suddenly hit the wall with one hand.
His hand was bleeding, but he didn't seem to notice it.
Looking at her coldly, he looked so ruthless and decisive - if he didn't shed tears, it might be more convincing.
"Have pity on me? Have pity on me?"
Han Qingyi said coldly. Every time he said something, Ning Tong'er, who was lying on the bed crying, shook her head.
No.
However, to this day, none of my words are of any use.
Han Qingyi would never listen to it again.
"Do you think I'll be grateful to you?"
He said coldly, then looked at her tearful eyes, raised his head and laughed.
He smiled as if he was going crazy...
That noble young man who is as elegant as jade.
That noble and elegant young man.
That noble man looked like he had stepped out of a painting.
Laughing wildly, as if he were crazy.
Ning Tong'er had tears in her eyes. She covered her body with her clothes. She struggled to get up from the bed and tried to reach out to grab the corners of his clothes.
This same action as before made Han Qingyi suddenly stop laughing wildly.
The sinister eyes suddenly became extremely desperate and dejected.
The past events, like a rapidly rising tide, ebb and flow, constantly changing scenes, scene after scene, unstoppably flooding into his torn heart.
It was her innocent smile, she raised her little head and smiled sweetly at him, as if this smile would only belong to him forever.
It was she who coquettishly grabbed the corner of his clothes and looked at him pitifully, which made his heart melt and he would do anything for her.
It was she who called him sweetly: "Brother Qingyi, brother Qingyi..."
With this shout, time passed so quickly.
Eighteen years!
However, the past has never let him go. Every memory he brings to the present is the cruelest torture to him.
It was she who knelt down beside him who had broken his leg, her petite face covered with tears, and the crystal tears fell from her face to his face and the back of her hands.
It was she who cried and said: It was Tong'er who was not good and caused brother Qingyi to get hurt.
It was she who said, Brother Qingyi is the best to me and loves me the most.
Her bright smile once belonged only to him, to him alone.
...Tong'er, Tong'er.
This girl he has loved for eighteen years, he loves her to the core, but he has never hated her as much as he does now!
Really, I hate it so much.
That gentle Han Qingyi is fake and disguised.
However, his heart... is real!
He loves her, that's why he lied to her, that's why he pretended.
I just want to protect and love this person for the rest of my life, just like this for the rest of my life.
However, she chose another man.
The past is full of sweetness and tenderness.
However, all this can never go back.
Scenes of past events were like steel knives piercing his heart, filling his chest with the smell of blood. With every breath he took, the pain would accompany him for the rest of his life.
What is true and what is false? It is no longer clear.
Only this pain truly exists.
He avoided her hand.
Looking at her coldly for the last time, he closed his eyes, suddenly turned his head and ran out the door.
He was really running, as if some venomous snake and beast were chasing him.
Those innocent eyes seemed to be more ferocious than all the scary things, and they were even more difficult for him to face.
"Brother Qingyi..." Tong'er looked at Han Qingyi's running figure, lowered her head, bit her lip and started crying.
** Han Qingyi drove out in the car, almost as if he was desperate for his life. He didn't know how many red lights he ran along the way, and he didn't know that his eyes were constantly shedding tears.
He doesn't know.
Don't know anything.
How could the indestructible, noble and elegant Young Master Han cry so ugly?
It must be an illusion.
Only when the scene in front of him was about to blur, he would raise his hand and wipe his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand, making his already red eyes even more red and swollen.
Repeatedly, when the tears blurred his vision, he would raise his hand to wipe the tears. But why? It seemed that the tears would never dry up, never stop flowing, and kept flowing.
Along the way, he didn't know how long he shed tears.
It seems like all the tears in this life have been shed for Ning Tong'er.
The tears in this life were obviously shed only for her alone, but she didn't care about them anymore.
She fell in love with another man.
She doesn't love him.
He didn't know how far he had driven along the way. The roaring cars drove onto the highway with the sound of wind, and drove for a long time. When he stopped, he had already reached the top of the mountain via the black asphalt winding mountain road.
Off-white suit trousers and black crocodile leather shoes stepped on the ground on the top of the mountain from the opened car door. He looked up at everything on the top of the mountain, almost blankly.
The woods on the top of the mountain and the nearby peaks were picturesque green, and the wind blew through waves of green, blowing his hair.
Everything in front of me is so beautiful.
However, he couldn't feel anything.
All that was left in his world was desolation.
Almost staggering, he stumbled to the rocks on the top of the mountain.
Standing on the top of the mountain, the cold wind that kept whistling by blew his white clothes and his soft hair, making him look like a man in a painting about to fly in the wind.
Looking up at the white mist at the foot of the mountain and the river that looked like a green ribbon in the distance, he stood there in a daze, standing, standing.
The wind blew, and a series of tears like broken pearls fell to the stones on the ground.
Water droplets hit the blue-black rocks, leaving clear water marks.
I don't know how long it took, but he slowly sat down on the stone.
But he held his head, and all the fragile sides that he couldn't let the world know and that he wouldn't let others know were exposed.
"ah……"
"ah……"
Continuous shouts came from his mouth.
He held his head, raised his head, and roared like a wounded lone wolf.
Echoes in the valley echoed with his tragic and sharp voice, coming from all directions.
His wounded and desperate voices could be heard from all sides.
In all directions... there are Ning Tong'er's shadows.