This embrace used to be the gentlest and the most satisfying to her, but now, she just felt an unspeakable fear, as if he could directly strangle her to death as long as he exerted force.
"Lan, tell me about our past? I want to know more," Arthur reached out and stroked her long hair. His tone obviously no longer had the frantic feeling just now. He was very calm now, too calm.
, and his eyes were green, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.
Yiruo was slightly stunned, and then told the lie that she had rehearsed countless times in her heart. It seemed to be a lie that was truer than the truth, perfect, even, impeccable.
Arthur just listened quietly. After a long time, he let go of Yiruo. I'm sorry, I scared you. It's not a comfort, but an apology with distance. His body has begun to automatically reject the person in front of him.
The woman is obviously his favorite, and she is obviously the one he is looking for, but his body cannot accept her no matter what. Her body, now, even her story, is rejecting her.
No, it's really wrong, it's not like this. He put his fingers on his forehead, and there was that kind of pain in his head that was like needle pricks.
"Arthur, what's wrong with you?" Yiruo grabbed the clothes on his chest anxiously. She had never seen him look like this before. What was the reason? What happened to him? What happened?
Why was he in such pain, and a drop of sweat fell faintly on his forehead, and it shattered directly on the floor along with the air.
His lips trembled from time to time, the veins on the back of his hands protruded, and even his temples seemed to burst out.
Yiruo just grabbed his clothes and couldn't do anything. She was so anxious that she could only keep crying, but she cursed Xiang Qinglan from time to time. If it weren't for her, Arthur wouldn't be like this. If it weren't for her, Arthur wouldn't be like this.
If it weren't for her, none of this would have happened. She hates her like crazy now, and she also hates her like crazy.
After a long time, Arthur let go of his hand and opened his eyes again, but there was an indescribable silence in his eyes. It seemed so quiet that there was no life at all. Apart from the emptiness, there was only
His eyes were colder than before.
"Lan," Arthur called Yi Ruo, held her gently in his arms, and gently stroked her hair, and Yi Ruo could feel the vibrations coming from his chest, which made people feel at regular intervals.
Feeling extremely at ease.
"Lan, if you lied to me, then I will kill you, I will kill you with my own hands." Arthur grabbed a strand of her hair and held it tightly in his hand, but Yiruo's face was expressionless.
Yi Bai, his lips trembled but he couldn't say a word.
Arthur's hand is still on Yi Ruo's head. The body in his arms is very soft, but it seems strange. His Lan should have no sound, because that sentence of Qing has always been there.
There was never any real voice in his heart. If she lied to him, really lied to him, then he would definitely kill her.
In this world, except Lan, no one can get his love.