With his slender fingers gently holding the scissors, Ling Xiaoqian slowly walked to the edge of the bed, his eyes cold and looked fiercely at Ji Chuyang who was sleeping soundly.
"Ji Chuyang!" She held the scissors tightly between her fingers, and she had already made up her mind, "You forced me!"
He forced her
If he hadn't refused to let her go and tortured her to the point of suffering, she wouldn't have killed him!
It was him who made it!
He is a devil, stretching his claws to tightly pinch her, calling her pain, and causing her torture
She wants to kill him!
As long as he dies, no one can force her, no one can torture her anymore, she will be free, live an ordinary and ordinary life, no longer have to be restrained by him, no longer have to look at his face, no longer be hesitant
Pressing on the bed...
"Ji Chuyang, don't blame me, this is all your stuff, it's your stuff..."
She bit her lip hard, looked at Ji Chuyang who was sleeping well on the bed, and her hand holding the scissors was mercilessly stabbing his heart...
Suddenly, bright red blood flowed out, dyeing the white bathrobe on his body red!
The violent pain made Ji Chuyang open his eyes suddenly and look at the familiar face in front of him. It was not as indifferent as before. Some were just heartless, and the cruel and ruthless eyes were red.
"Ji Chuyang!" Ling Xiaoqian's fingers were trembling, his whole body was stiff, but he couldn't stop panic in his heart, but her expression was cold, "You forced me, I don't want to kill you,
You forced me to do it."
It was him who made it!
It was his torture that forced her to this point
"Ji Chuyang, don't blame me. If you want to blame me, blame yourself. If you are willing to let me go, if you don't torture me that way, I won't do this. You forced me to kill you. Don't blame me..."
The heartbeat became slower and slower. Ji Chuyang looked at Ling Xiaoqian, and there was a pain in his eyes. Is it because of his chest or the heart that was hurting, and it was no longer clear.
He raised his hand slowly, touching Ling Xiaoqian's cheek with his fingers, his thin lips slightly raised, and a very beautiful smile. His voice was very weak, but very real