1496. Chapter 1496 Qingyuan, do you still love me? 1
Chapter 1496 Qingyuan, do you still love me? 1
"Don't leave!" Jun Wuyao shouted coldly, waved his big hand, tightly grasped the slender wrist, pushed Qingyuan's body onto the soft couch, and then pressed his body up, tightly confining him.
She stared at her with her eyes: "Qing'er, don't challenge me. You can do whatever you want, but you are not allowed to leave me."
The deep voice was very cold and domineering.
Qingyuan was about to get up, but Jun Wuyao completely restrained her hands, unable to move her body, and she couldn't escape at all: "Let go!"
"Don't let go!"
"To release or not to release?"
"Don't let go!"
Qingyuan glanced coldly at the man in front of her. Because the two of them were very close, their breaths were filled with the familiar masculine scent that they had not seen for a long time. His eyebrows were slightly twisted, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "You plan to keep this posture until you die.
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"If you don't object, I can completely accept it." Nowadays, such close contact has happened many times in the middle of the night.
"madman!"
"Yes, I am a madman, a madman who is only mad for you, Qing'er."
Qingyuan: ".." A feeling of powerlessness suddenly arose in his heart, and there was also a trace of inexplicable irritability. He moved his hand and raised his eyebrows: "Are you planning to destroy my hand?"
The force was too great and he couldn't move at all, and the purple marks on his wrists could already be seen.
After hearing her words, Jun Wuyao looked at her wrist, and the purple mark came into view clearly. His eyes moved slightly, and a touch of heartache flashed in his eyes. The strength of holding her hand was much lighter, but still the same.
Without letting go: "Qing'er, can we have a good talk? Can you have a good chat with me?"
He knew that she had a knot in her heart, a big knot. Everything was caused by him and the pain he gave her.
However, who knows the pain and torture in his heart?
For a thousand years, the scene of her falling under his sword has echoed in my mind. After a thousand years, that scene has been replayed like a tide, very clear. I have seen her in my many midnight dreams.
Those painful eyes, and the look of her lying in a pool of blood. No matter how he called or how he told her, what he got was the decisive figure of her ruthlessly leaving.
Although it was a dream, those scenes had really happened, so every time he dreamed about it at midnight, he would dream about it. He didn't dare to sleep, but he wanted to see her, so contradictory and tortured.
"We have nothing to talk about."
The indifferent words once again lowered the already low air pressure on Jun Wanyao to the lowest point.
His big hand pinched the woman's chin, his eyes were cold, suppressing the rising anger in his heart, and his eyes were locked on her face: "Qing'er, do you still love me?"
The man's cold voice contained a hint of trembling, fear, and more of expectation.
He had asked her this question countless times in his dreams. Now, this was the first time he had asked her in person.
"Qing'er, do you still love me?"
The man's cold words echoed in Qingyuan's ears, and her heart moved slightly. Her long and curled eyelashes were slightly lowered, covering up the fleeting pain deep in her eyes. It disappeared very quickly, and
Jun Wuyao closed his eyes slightly because of the pain in his heart, so he never noticed the pain disappearing from Qingyuan's eyes.
Looking at this beautiful face so close at hand, she was still as handsome as if she had just met her for the first time. Qingyuan pursed her lips, remaining indifferent, and said coldly: "I don't love her!"