God knows how heartbroken he is right now...but the black and white words force him to admit the reality.
How much pain in the palm of his hand can compare with the pain in his heart?
The tall and burly voice trembled slightly in the dim light.
Oh, it turns out that I am just being sentimental.
The corners of the rosy and slightly raised lips were slightly teased with a hint of mockery.
"Hey! What's wrong?" Wei Wei saw something was wrong with him and quickly stretched out his little hand and waved it in front of him.
There was a faint cold sweat on the palms of my hands, and my whole heart was filled with uneasiness.
"Shangguan Youyi..." He suddenly raised his head and tightly wrapped his big palm around her delicate and white wrist.
A scary face that was also unfamiliar to her struck her chest hard again, and she suddenly felt stuffy. A sudden chill ran down her spine, and her heart clenched tightly. "You...?!"
"What do you mean?" His tone became urgent and heavy, and the violence in his eyes could not be erased, making people shiver from the bottom of his heart.
Along with his heavy breathing, the strength in his hands became tighter and tighter, and his white wrists gradually turned a burning red...
"Hey!...let me go first! It hurts, okay?"
Biting her lip stubbornly and holding on, crystal beads like pearls hung on her curled eyelashes.
"Say." He ignored her complaints and locked his dark eyes on every change on her face, as if he wanted to see through her before he would give up.
"Ouch!... Psycho!"
The only one who was really, really dissatisfied with Zhan Yeche's attitude was that he didn't know where he used his strength to shake off Zhan Yeche's hand that had been holding him captive.
The originally smooth and white wrists have a trace of obvious red marks. It is frightening to see with your toes how much strength it must have taken to be like this.