Those nightmare memories suddenly came to life, and Luoluo opened his eyes suddenly, "Ah——!! Get away, get out of here!!!"
She didn't see the person coming clearly at all, and she subconsciously developed extreme resistance to anyone who came close. She pushed the person next to her with all her strength, punched and kicked her, but unexpectedly, the person suddenly hugged her, no matter what.
Her fists fell on him like raindrops
"Luoluo, be good, everything is over, don't be afraid, I'm here." He kept kissing her hair, soothing her in a low voice, that gorgeous voice, that familiar doting tone...
It's Si Qianhao
Tears suddenly fell down without any warning
Even when she was surrounded by four or five gangsters, she held back tears, but just one word from Si Qianhao made her nose sore and she couldn't help but cry.
"Si Qianhao, you bastard! Why are you here now, why, why -" Tears and snot flowed down her face, but Si Qianhao did not dislike her at all and held her tightly in his arms,
Deep self-blame and guilt flashed through the light gray pupils, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
"What's the use of being sorry! Say it, say it! Si Qianhao, why did you lie to me, why did you lie to me!" Until now, Luoluo didn't know whether she was angry with him for being late.
, still angry at his deception and concealment
She fell into a state of madness and only knew how to beat him desperately, but he also resisted silently without saying a word.
"Si Qianhao, I hate you!" Luo Luo shouted uncontrollably, and suddenly bit his shoulder hard.
His body suddenly stiffened, but he still didn't push her away. Instead, he stretched out his hand and patted her back slowly.
"Luoluo, everything is over. Don't cry anymore. It's all my fault. Don't torture yourself anymore, okay?" He coaxed in a low voice, with dull pain in his eyes. Luoluo's voice was already shouting.
He was hoarse, and his lips had become chapped and pale from not eating for many days. He looked so distressed.
"I don't want it!" Luoluo cried loudly, unable to hold back her tears. She suddenly raised her hand and wanted to slap him.
Milolo, he has no obligation to save you at all, why are you angry?
Such a sentence suddenly sounded in his mind. Luoluo was startled, and his raised hand slowly fell down weakly.
Yes, he has no obligation at all. He is willing to take care of himself in this way. He has done his utmost benevolence and justice. After all, she is not his fiancée, right?
An unknown bitterness arose in her heart, draining her strength. She laughed to herself, her vision went dark, and she lost consciousness again.
"Luoluo!" Si Qianhao shouted anxiously, but the person in his arms made no sound anymore. He hugged her hard, put her gently back on the bed, and tucked her in with the quilt.
When his eyes touched the thick purple marks on her neck, his eyes flashed with terrifying anger and devouring terror.
"Luoluo...I will never let go of those who dare to touch you!"