That is, Yehuang is angry... very angry, very angry...
Perhaps, if it were someone else who was in front of him now, his head would have been in a different place.
Because it's her, because maybe there are still some feelings...
Therefore, he is calling his name now just to warn himself.[
Remind her not to continue this topic any further...
Remind her that this has touched his bottom line...
"That means I won't give it to you?"
Mu Yanli ignored his cold gaze that could almost kill someone, raised the corners of her lips, and said with a taunting smile, "Just now, didn't you say you could give me anything? As long as it's what you can give."
"Why, hasn't she been dead for more than ten years? Why are her things still there..."
"you..."
Yehuang's hand suddenly raised...
His eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
This slap did not fall...
But this action has deeply hurt her heart...
Is he...wanting to hit himself?
Mu Yanli bit her lip and laughed softly...
Is this...his unique favor?
What a unique one...
"It turns out that I was still too naive..."
Mu Yanli felt a little hot and wet in her eyes...
Tears fell silently from my eyes...
"Don't you want to hit me? You hit me... hit me..."
She took the initiative to move her face closer, with tears on her face and a sarcastic smile on her face.[
"I shouldn't be so ignorant..."
"Who am I? How can I be compared with her..."
These words full of ridicule and pain came out of her mouth, just like the smile on her face, making Yehuang's letter clench into a ball.
Her tears were like a knife, cutting into his heart.
His heart aches...
He raised his head and looked at his hand raised in the air. As if he suddenly realized what he had done, he hurriedly took his hand back...