Listening to Locke's question, Luo Xiaoqian's mood became even lower.
Locke is so happy and proud, could he have succeeded?
No, impossible!
Zimo will not die, absolutely will not die!
"I don't want to hear it!" Luo Xiaoqian growled.
"I know you want to know." Locke smiled.
The happier he smiled, the more Luo Xiaoqian's heart ached.
She raised her hands to cover her ears and growled in a hoarse voice, "Get out, get out, I don't want to listen, I don't want to hear your voice, get out..."
She doesn't want to hear the worst outcome, no!
Locke raised his hand to grab her arm and brought his face close to hers, "They are dead, Leng Zimo and Jiao Yang are all dead. Those bombs were enough to blow the cruise ship into pieces. I pressed them with my own hands."
Enter key……"
"No, you lied, you lied, I watched them escape out the door, you are lying to me, you are a liar..." Luo Xiaoqian pushed him away like a madman, "Get out, get out, I don't believe it, I don't believe it...
…”
Locke was pushed back two steps by her, and walked back to her bedside.
"Leng Zimo is dead!"
"nonsense!"
Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand and threw the quilt over. She didn't have any strength, so she just barely threw the quilt under the bed.
"Zimo will not die, no..." She chased after another pillow, then another, and then the things on the bedside table. Everything she could grab was thrown at Locke, mouth
Li, just shouted repeatedly, "Liar, I don't believe that Zimo will not die. Unless I see his body, I will not believe you..."
How could that person die? How could that person die?
Impossible, he must be lying to her, it must be!
She won’t be fooled?!
Soon, Luo Xiaoqian had nothing to throw away. In order to prevent her from hurting herself again, Locke had taken away all the sharp objects in the bedroom. The pillows, towels and pillows thrown by her weak body could not have hurt him. Locke
He walked up to her again and grabbed her fist that was hitting him.
"Sissi, Leng Zimo is dead. Now, you are mine!" Then, he bent down and looked directly into her eyes with his dark green eyes. "Whether you believe it or not, this is a fact. That
The man...is dead!"
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and looked at him, her eyes also met his eyes, and she said word by word, "I don't believe it!"
Although she said she didn't believe it, her eyes were full of anger and something shiny was flashing.
"Don't cry!" Anger rose in Locke's heart, and he raised his hand and wiped her face vigorously, "From today on, your tears are only allowed to be shed for me!"
"Ha..." Luo Xiaoqian laughed loudly, "Locke, you are so naive. Don't say that Zimo is not dead. Even if he is really dead, I will not love you. In this life, no matter who I am, I will not love you."
Death, the only person I love will be Leng Zimo. Apart from him, there will be no other person, no!"
Locke grabbed her chin, "I will make you fall in love with me!"
Luo Xiaoqian squeezed out two words from between her teeth, "Dream!"
Locke raised his lips slightly, "Why don't we start with a kiss."
She bent down, and he was about to come over to kiss her. Luo Xiaoqian struggled hard, but with all her strength, she couldn't fight him, and she was soon pressed to the bed.
Seeing Locke approaching her, Luo Xiaoqian raised her foot and kicked him.
