Touching the bright red blood drop, Mu Feng turned to put the bright red finger on his lips, so evil and enchanting, "You can only smile at me from now on!"
"..." Mo Yan remained silent. He wanted to look away but was restrained by Mu Feng.
"Do you know? The corners of your eyes, which are as bright as a pool of quiet water, really want to be dug out and hidden," Mu Feng said in a sinister tone, but he smiled so brightly, running his fingers across the eyes that looked like white snow.
With a cheek like that, "Remember, you are mine, and you can only be mine."
Mo Yan was silent, she had always known Mu Feng's domineering nature, but this time Mu Feng seemed a bit ruthless, as if she was his enemy.
"You know? If you can't get love, it's better to be destroyed," Mu Feng chuckled, as if the clouds were light and the breeze was gentle, and he said slowly and clearly, "Even if you die, you can only be by my side."
Mo Yan couldn't help but look at Mu Feng. She saw the determination in Mu Feng's eyes, the trace of cruelty. She really believed that if she wanted to leave one day, Mu Feng might really kill her and imprison her with death.
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Mo Yan couldn't help but feel chills. She had never known what love was, let alone that love could make people crazy like this.
"This way..." Mo Yan met Mu Feng's eyes and said slowly, "It's better not to love me. I can't bear this kind of love."
Mu Feng liked to listen to Mo Yan talk, but Mo Yan's words made him feel a hint of despair, as if Mo Yan would dissipate like clouds in the sky.
"Since I've fallen in love, you have to bear it," Mu Feng hugged Mo Yan tightly under the mist and rain.
Mo Yan is Mu Feng's only true love in his life. He has no interest in anyone except Mo Yan. Mo Yan can only be his, no matter life or death. Mu Feng hugs Mo Yan tightly, as if he will hold her for the rest of his life. Time seems like
It's all going to stop
"Actually, really," Mo Yan felt a little emotional, "You killed me."
Duo Mu Feng had talked a few days ago, and Mo Yan didn't care to say a few more words to Mu Feng now. If the so-called fate between them could be broken, then Mo Yan would be willing to bear the burden of life and death.
"Want to die?" Mu Feng felt it was ironic. When he heard that his beloved was finally willing to say so many words to him, he got this one, "Okay, you can die, then let the world bury you with you."
"
Severely and decisively, Mu Feng let go of Mo Yan and turned around to leave.
Mo Yan watched that figure disappear in the courtyard, and couldn't help feeling helpless. He fell to the ground like a decadent flower.
It's misty and misty. Is God crying at this moment? Or is man crying?