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Chapter 1764: We are all the same kind twenty-seven

She really deserves to die. She clearly knows that neither of them can have such a happy past. Why are they forcing Ling Yiche to think about these things? She really deserves to die.

Chapter 1,499

How could she force Ling Yiche like this? How could she?

At this time, the people standing outside the door opened their eyes wide. Listening to the story Ling Yiche told, everyone clearly understood who the boy Ling Yiche was talking about.

Ling Yiche, Ling Yiche, that turned out to be Ling Yiche's past, the past where life was worse than death, turned out to be Ling Yiche's past, a past that none of them knew about.

One by one, you looked at me and I looked at you. They didn't dare to say anything. They could only stand here, not even daring to move for a long time.

What kind of things did these two people go through to have such painful memories today?

Why can't God be so cruel and not let these two people live happily together?

Why should these two people have such painful memories?

Listening to Ling Yiche speaking those things calmly like that, who knew what kind of pain and what kind of Jiao Ao was suffering in his heart?

A child, a boy, could there be such a perverted person who likes to play with boys?

God, they almost don't dare to do these things.

At this time, Ling Yiche looked at Xia Ximo's appearance, smiled, looked at Ximo, laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, listen to me, anyway, these things are in the past, in the past.

.”

When Xia Ximo heard this, he immediately interrupted Ling Yiche and said, "Stop talking, stop talking, I don't want to hear it, I really don't want to hear it, stop talking, Ling Yiche, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry...

"

After hearing this, Ling Yiche looked at Xia Ximo and laughed and said, "You fool, what are you saying about being sorry? No one is sorry to anyone, and there is nothing to be sorry for.

It's just that these things are in the bottom of my heart, and I feel very uncomfortable, and I want to tell you about them.

I told you these things just to tell you that I am not clean either, and I am not clean at all, so don’t despise yourself for being dirty, do despise yourself for being dirty, am I not dirtier than you?”


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