Chapter 188: The Blue Fairy Tale of Disillusionment: Close to My True Purpose
"Yan Yeyi, next time I won't hang up on you. I will never disappear from your sight for ten minutes again. Please stop talking, okay?"
Throwing away the microphone, I burst into tears again. I pulled Yan Yeyi’s arm in his pocket pleadingly.
Yan Yeyi, if you say another word, I will hate you forever
"Tell me, you are close to my real purpose." Yan Ye looked ahead expressionlessly, and finally gave me a fatal blow in my heart.
I tightened my hold on his hand and slowly loosened it, then sat paralyzed on the ground.
"Bang---"
Darius rushed to Yan Yeyi, grabbed his collar and punched him hard
"Wow!"
In the shock of everyone, Darius picked up the embarrassed me
"Whatever you owe her, I will repay you one by one on her behalf."
Darius held me in his arms and stood in front of Yan Yeyi, his words filled with murderous intent of hatred.
"I'm so tired." I was like a wounded kitten, huddled in Darius's arms. After saying something softly, I slowly lowered my eyes and let my tears fall into his hot chest.
Yan Yeyi, why...I have engraved every word and every sentence he said in my heart, but why...?
Darius hugged me and walked out of the dance floor with n pairs of strange eyes.
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Somewhere, a pair of white hands were stained red by the blood lying on the palms. He used excessive force and even pinched his fingers until they were broken. Just like that... they lay quietly in his trouser pockets.
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"Daris, why don't you laugh at me?" In Darius's arms, I struggled down, mocking myself and despising my embarrassed self.
"Wow, haha, I'm laughing so hard." Darius suddenly hugged his belly and laughed wildly at me.
"Damn green turtle, can you show some sincerity?" I put my hands on my waist in displeasure, and the haze in my heart was thrown aside.
"It's not sincere enough! Then... Han Qingjiao, I will laugh at you with my most sincere sincerity." Darius said, rolling up his sleeves and preparing to use his power.
"Okay! Who am I, Han Qing? Let the blizzard come more violently!" Wiping away the tears, I took a deep breath and screamed at the black sky.
Tick tick tick... The sky seems to have heard my screams, and a few raindrops as big as beans immediately hit my face. Oh my! Are God's ears specially designed to listen to this kind of screams?