He pulled out his long legs and stepped forward, firmly grasped her slender wrist, and pulled her away.
She refused to leave, she didn't want to leave with him.
He glanced back at her lightly and sneered mercilessly, "I was wrong. Letting Su Cheng live for two more years was the biggest mistake I made. He should have died long ago, right?"
Hearing such a threat, Liu Yingluo was shocked, and she followed him again.
...
He took her out of Gillian's room and came to a small bungalow. He threw her into the shower room and uttered a few words coldly, "Take off your clothes and give me your dirty body."
Wash it clean!"
He closed the door and asked her to clean herself.
He was standing on the balcony of the room, smoking a cigarette in his two slender fingers. He was a heavy smoker and smoked three cigarettes in a row.
The third cigarette butt was extinguished in the ashtray. He looked back, his red phoenix eyes fixed on the bathroom door. It seemed like a long century had passed and she still hadn't come out.
He stretched out his long legs and walked over, put his big palm on the doorknob, and immediately wanted to open the door.
However, it couldn't be opened, so she locked the door inside.
She locked the door.
His heart dropped, and he suddenly had a bad premonition. He raised his long legs and kicked the door.
The door opened and he walked in. He stepped on the water on the ground, the water in the bathtub overflowed, and a graceful figure lay under the water.
Her beautiful black hair was all spread out under the water, and her white clothes were rippling, making her look cold and dusty. She closed her eyes, and there was a smile on the corners of her bright red lips, which was soft and peaceful.
She committed suicide.
She wanted to commit suicide by drowning.
His black pupils shrank violently, and he didn't know how he came forward and how he lifted her out of the water. He put her on the soft big bed in the room and performed CPR on her over and over again.
Her face was pale and there was no sign of survival.
She is dead.
Is she dead?
There was no expression on his handsome face, and he placed two big palms on top of her heart. He pressed it again and again. He didn't know what he was doing. If she never woke up, he would press it forever, forever.
.
How much time passed, when he was almost numb, she spit out some water and woke up.
Her beautiful almond eyes slowly opened, and she glanced blankly at the crystal chandelier above her head. After a few seconds, she murmured to herself, "Still alive...Why are you still alive?"
She asked, why are you still alive?
He was panting heavily, his shirt and trousers were soaked with water, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead down his handsome cheeks. He looked at her condescendingly, wishing he could strangle her to death.
He didn't know what her reason for committing suicide was?