Memories swept over him like buds little by little, covering his whole heart and head... The gradually clearer consciousness made his eyebrows tighten more and more tightly. There seemed to be a great anger in his eyes.
"Damn it!" His fists were clenched tightly, and his veins were beating faintly. His thin lips couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
Yes, he knew everything about the accident that happened last night...including him kissing her and their intrusion...
How could this happen!? How could such a thing happen! Moreover, she saw it... Chen Chen, you lunatic! No, I have to explain to her!
Seeing the color on his face becoming more and more ugly, Belle couldn't help but feel nervous, as if she was restrained by something, and there was a hint of uneasiness. Her two little hands couldn't help but hold the corners of her skirt tightly, and looked at him carefully.
What to do next...
Chen Chen, I'm sorry. I did something wrong again.
The voice of guilt lingered in my heart. The feeling of guilt filled my fragile heart.
"Huh!" He snorted coldly. He didn't notice her eyes and concern. He lifted up the quilt and was about to get out of bed.
"Chen Chen, you got caught in the rain last night, and you drank so much wine..." The weak voice was trembling and cautious, but who knew...
"Snapped!"
A strong palm was slapped mercilessly on a face that was so fair and smooth that it seemed to be brittle at the touch. That kind of intensity was really ruthless...
Gradually, the red marks on the slapped areas on the face slowly appeared, the redness was so thorough and unbearable.
"Huh!?" He looked at the angry man with panic in his eyes, a little stunned.
It turns out that you hate me so much...
But do you know that your slap didn't hit my face, but my heart...the heart that was riddled with holes because of you! You are so ruthless, so ruthless that you cut my heart into pieces.
Heart……
That slap was like a knife, piercing it in hard and then pulling it out ruthlessly, leaving bloody flesh and bruises. The only thing that was haggard was her heart, which had been lonely for hundreds of years.
Beitha bit her red lips lightly, and gradually, the taste of blood emerged from her mouth.
Ha~ So the taste of blood is so bitter, even you laugh at me?
"Belle... I hope you can take care of yourself!" The commanding words left no room for resistance and no room for turning.
The pain blurred his vision, and tears covered the corners of his eyes. He looked at him confusedly, his eyes suddenly dull and empty, like a soulless shell, a walking corpse.
She stared at him blankly, not knowing what to do. There were traces of rich roses at the corners of her mouth, and the salty liquid slipped into her mouth.
The sourness spreads.
"You bastard!" shouted angrily, and a petite figure immediately rushed in and cursed hatefully.