Zizhu's body trembled slightly, her heart felt sour, her eyes were hazy, and her vision was blurry.
When a person's heart is filled with sadness and cannot be suppressed, he always needs a venting point.
Crying is not Zizhu’s point of venting.
But at this moment, she couldn't help but feel the urge to cry.
The footsteps behind him gradually approached, and Zizhu panicked. He quickly put away the sadness in his eyes, took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and calmed down his face.
Dong Chenyi came to her, his eyes fixed on the woman's eyes, as calm as a lake, without any ripples. If he observed carefully, he could find the woman's slightly trembling breasts hidden in her sleeves and skirt.
hand.
It's a pity that he didn't see it.
The man's gaze was so focused and hot that it seemed to burn a hole in her body. Zizhu met his gaze with a natural expression and eyes as calm as water, exactly the opposite of Dong Chenyi's appearance.
Dong Chenyi pulled the woman over and stared coldly into her eyes, his eyes as cold as torches, and there seemed to be a hint of evil deep in his eyes: "They say the seven-year itch, but we have been together for ten years.
Aren't these ten years enough to prove my love for you?"
Why do we have to torture each other?
Zizhu felt a slight pain in her heart, but she still maintained a calm look on her face. She tried to break away from the man's arm, but it had the opposite effect. Instead, the man increased his strength and stretched out his iron arm to imprison her in his arms, preventing her from escaping.
Knowing that resisting was useless, Zizhu had no choice but to give up. Due to the cold and terrifying gaze of the man in front of him, Zizhu had to raise his head and look directly into the man's eyes: "You also said, ten years, ten years, is enough for me
The weakening of feelings for you is enough to make one person tired of another person."
Although he didn't say who it was clearly, Dong Chenyi knew clearly that that person was him.
There was more and more evil in his eyes, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously. He reached out and pinched the woman's chin tightly, and said coldly: "How dare you get tired of me?"
He doesn't believe it, absolutely doesn't believe it.
Zizhu was forced to look at him, and did not miss the faint gloom in the depths of the man's eyes. Her heart suddenly shuddered, pain came without warning, and her heart was aching in waves.
I laughed slightly at myself, you were the one who hurt him, and you were the one who suffered. When will this mutual torture end...
"Are you feeling guilty if you don't speak?" The man's cold voice sounded from above his head.
Zizhu chuckled lightly, looked up at him, and said unhurriedly: "The past has expired, why bother yourself anymore."
She didn't want to embarrass anyone anymore.
As soon as she finished speaking, Zizhu clearly felt that the strength of the finger placed on her chin suddenly increased, so painful that she almost thought her chin was about to be removed and crushed by him.
But even so, the woman still didn't frown at all and looked at him lightly.
Her calmness and naturalness were the ultimate irony in Dong Chenyi's eyes: "Are you making things difficult for yourself, or am I making things difficult for you?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about." Zizhu's expression remained calm and his tone was shallow.
The calmer she became, the more Dong Chenyi wanted to tear off her mask: "When did you become so good at pretending to be stupid?"
Zizhu didn't answer but asked: "When did you become so good at deceiving yourself and others?"