The next second, the wine glass smashed to the ground, breaking into crystal glass pieces.
Leng Lintian wiped the wine juice on his lower lip with his thumb: "This wine tastes so sexy... It's like you are obviously my wife and you are still rolling on his bed."
"..."
"Now, you still want to roll on the same bed with him forever!"
Jing Jiaren stared at Leng Lintian's wild smile with dark eyes.
Was he simply possessed by a demon? All the emotions he had suppressed for so many years exploded inside him?
How could he turn into someone completely unfamiliar to her overnight?
"Ignore him, Pastor, let's continue."
Jing Jiaren's gaze averted, cold and ruthless.
The pastor's hand holding the nerve was shaking, so he could only continue to read: "Are you willing to marry... Sir, what do you want to do?"
Leng Lintian suddenly pulled out his pistol.
The black hole faced the priest's forehead: "If you want my woman to marry someone else, take a bullet from me."
"No, don't shoot. Spare your life, don't shoot!"
"Did you see the coffin behind you?" Leng Lintian curled his lips, "That's what I prepared for you."
The pastor glanced at the Western-style coffin behind him, with a bouquet of white roses placed on it.
His legs immediately became weak and he knelt down, and the thick Bible fell to the ground.
"Sir, spare your life, let me go!"
The priest was so frightened that his whole body was shaking.
"Leng Lintian, what on earth do you want to do? Do you think you can stop my wedding? Just shoot me if you dare!?"
"Don't shoot, don't..." The priest's face was ashen and he was still kowtowing.
"It's too noisy!" Leng Lintian's metal hand clasped the handle of the gun, and his index finger clasped the wrench.
Jing Jiaren's original calmness finally disappeared, and her pupils widened in shock: "Leng Lintian, stop!"
"Bang!"
With the sound of a gunshot, the priest who was still kneeling suddenly stopped, trembled for dozens of seconds, his body tilted, and he fell to the ground.
Jing Jiaren's vest felt cold and she fell back a few steps, her body feeling chilly.
Leng Lintian blew the hole of the gun: "Beauty, you choose. Choose me now, he can still be saved."
Jing Jiaren's mind was blank, and she looked at him with strange eyes that she had never seen before:
"Why are you forcing me to choose!? You are fully capable of taking me away!"
She roared, her voice nearly breaking.
Why do you have to force him——
"Because," Leng Lintian narrowed his eyes, "In the secret room, you have already chosen Ximen once."
"..."
"But you have never chosen me."
His purple lips teased Kong Jie's amusement...
"I also want to be chosen once...I want to taste what it feels like for you to choose me regardless of everything and give up everything."
Jing Jiaren looked at him unreasonably: "Does the choice you forced me to make count?"
"..."
"Leng Lintian, you put a gun to my head and forced me to make a choice. This was not my intention!"
Leng Lintian sat down on the long first row of chairs and played with the gun in his hand: "No matter what, you just choose me."
He must be mentally disturbed. How could he be so paranoid?
Leng Lintian indeed has a certain kind of paranoid fanaticism all over his body...
Even now, his whole body smells of alcohol, his eyes are slightly drunk, and his eyes are deep red.
He uses alcohol every day to numb his thinking.
But why is my heart still hurting...
His hands were grasping in vain in the air, wanting to rip his heart out of his chest——