"Am I kidding myself?" The man's tone was gritted.
Her jaw hurt, but her heart hurt even more. Ignoring the man's increasing strength, Zizhu smiled coldly: "If you think it's not the case, then it's not the case. If you want to destroy me like this, you will never be with me until death.
If you want to communicate with me, please do as you please."
The calmer the woman is, the more angry she will be in Dong Chenyi's heart.
"You think I don't dare?" The man's pupils were still as cold as arrows and his tone was cold.
"Is there anything else you don't dare to do, Dong Chenyi?" Zizhu looked at him doubtfully. Although he was asking, his tone was so sure.
"Do you have to torture me like this to be happy?"
The coldness in Dong Chenyi's eyes faded inch by inch, his tone was low, and his whole body seemed to be filled with a layer of sadness.
Zizhu's heart skipped a beat, and she wanted to say no. She opened her lips slightly, but closed them suddenly. She endured the pain in her heart and looked at him calmly: "You are so different from the high-spirited and calm Dongchen in the past.
Yi is nothing like him."
Listening to what the woman said, Dong Chenyi suddenly smiled softly, with a slight curve in the corner of his mouth: "You still remember what I was like in the past, then, do you know who turned me into this?
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Zizhu lowered his eyes and said no more.
How could she not know.
It was precisely because of this that she chose to shut up.
There are so many mistakes to be made, at this moment Zizhu really hopes that time can go over again.
If nothing happened that night, would there be another ending between them?
Unfortunately, there is no if.
Seeing that she was silent again, Dong Chen was furious. He caught a glimpse of the redness on her chin. All the anger in his heart miraculously faded away at this moment and disappeared without a trace. His heart was filled with self-blame.
Wanting to reach out and touch her chin kissingly, Zizhu turned her head slightly to avoid his touch: "If this hurt is not enough to make up for you, you can continue, I have nothing to say."
make up?
Dong Chenyi glared at her: "What do you think of yourself?"
"In your eyes, am I that cruel?"
damn it!
She was hurt and he felt sorry for her.
He felt even more guilty and blamed himself for hurting her.
But she actually...
Zizhu raised her head and stared into his eyes, and said lightly: "I owe you these. Even if you kill me, I will not say a word no."
In the bottom of her heart, she always felt that all this was caused by her and that she was sorry for him.
"That's enough!" Dong Chenyi shouted coldly, and the anger that had disappeared in his heart rose up again, starting a prairie fire crazily, almost wanting to devour him.
"Not enough. If you feel that you have nowhere to vent your anger, I will be here and let you do whatever you want. I won't fight back. If you can't do it, I can do it myself." After saying that, he moved his fingertips, and blue light flashed, white and white.
A blood mark immediately appeared on his wrist. The wound was extremely deep and the blood spread out. It flowed down the wrist and dripped to the ground, making a crisp sound.
"Are you crazy?" The man clenched his fists tightly, veins protruded on his forehead, and his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, but even so, he could not hide his overwhelming anger.
Seeing the blood on her wrists pouring out uncontrollably, bloodthirsty and coquettish, it was so shocking that it stung his eyes.
At this moment, Dong Chenyi felt as if his chest was blocked by a big stone, stuffy, very heavy, and almost suffocating.