Tang Shijin noticed something and his expression condensed.
Before she could speak, she felt a tightness in her waist.
She fell into a familiar embrace, and he immediately ran forward like a flying star, as fast as a meteor chasing the moon. She wanted to open her mouth, but he pinched her acupuncture points, unable to make a sound, and had no strength to struggle, so she could only
Watching helplessly, countless sparks of fire and smoke quickly slid past underfoot.
With the wind blowing on her cheeks, she quickly summarized the matter in her mind and came to a conclusion.
She nodded to herself inwardly, thinking that she really shouldn't trust literati, as literati have always been thoughtful and weird things.
The same goes for Yan Baiwei.
She didn't even know what stimulated him and what he wanted to do.
His Qing Gong was really good, and when he used it with all his strength, his speed was unscientific... She probably would never be able to match him in her entire life.
But the arm holding her waist was really thin, and her back was half pressed against his shoulder, which made her feel quite uncomfortable.
In fact, she sincerely hopes that he can live a good life, so that she doesn't have to worry about him and can focus on doing what she wants to do.
Thinking about it this way, she felt that she was really a scumbag.
I don't know how long it took, but his speed became slower and slower, and then he suddenly stopped.
He withdrew his hand from pinching her acupuncture points and gasped violently while holding on to the tree, but his hand still held her waist tightly.
She stretched out her hand to pull it, but he refused to let go no matter what.
Tang Shijin was a little annoyed: "Yan Baiwei!"
He hugged her tightly, clinging tightly to her and burying his face in hers. She pulled his hand hard: "Okay! Stop making trouble! Yan Baiwei! Let go!"
He didn't answer or let go, he just hugged her tightly. She got really angry and tried to pull his arm with all her strength. She felt like she was about to break his arm, but he wouldn't let go.
Tang Shijin couldn't do anything anymore and scratched him angrily: "What on earth do you want to do!"
As if sensing her intolerance, he laughed softly.
Then he slowly let go, turned her into his arms, and looked into her eyes: "Jin'er."
She didn't dare to look into his eyes, so she reached out and pushed him. He didn't move or fight back, but no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't push him away.
Tang Shijin said angrily: "Yan Baiwei! Are you trying to compete with me??"
He held him stubbornly and didn't answer. Tang Shijin got really angry and slapped his arm away. He shrank subconsciously, then silently, he hugged him again. Tang Shijin didn't hesitate.
Another kick.
Even though he had suffered the kick, he still kept pushing forward. Tang Shijin was angry, anxious and at a loss. She punched and kicked him, but he couldn't move... She was cruel and slapped him with all her strength.
There was a muffled sound.
This palm slapped him on the back, and he stumbled forward. He pressed his hand on the ground and vomited two mouthfuls of blood.
She was shocked for a moment and stared at him. He slowly turned his head and glanced at her.
At that glance, her heart was really broken.
She burst into tears and hated her so much that she turned around and kicked the tree a few times.
There was a heavy weight behind her, and he rushed over to her again, hugging her tightly. He whispered: "I don't feel any pain, Jin'er."
She covered her face and cried, and he whispered: "Jin'er... you, don't you like Jiang Hu, don't you like Jiang Huxing?"
He buried his face in her neck, breathed warmly, and choked with sobs: "Jin'er, I have no relatives, I have no home... I only have you, I only have Jin'er, don't want me, don't like Jiang Hu
,Don't like him, don't like others, please, Jin'er..."
She was angry, hateful and desperate. She covered her face with her hands and cried until her whole body was shaking.
She hated this feeling of not being able to control herself.
It would be great if she could really like Jiang Hu!
It would be great if she could really fall in love with someone else casually!
But the most annoying thing is that she knows intellectually that he is a bastard, but she just likes him emotionally... She doesn't even bother to look at what others have done, but he just looks up.
One look at her made her feel so distressed that she almost died.
She hates herself being controlled by her emotions.
She also hates him who is always dazzling her eyes.
He pulled her shoulders hard, turned her around, and pressed her against the tree again. A pair of dark eyes stared at her unblinkingly from a very close distance.
He murmured and repeated: "Jin'er, don't like Jiang Hu, don't like him... you like me, can you still like me? There's nothing wrong with me, I have no conscience, I'm a bastard, I'm worse than a beast,
But it just looks good to you, right? You have raised me for four years and saved me several times. My life and myself are all yours. If you don’t want me, I don’t want it either..."
He choked up repeatedly: "I know you will be angry if you do this, but I have no other way, I really have no other way... I'm going crazy, Jin'er, I'm really going crazy. I just have no future,
I only want my little Jin'er, I don't want anything else. What do the people and the country have to do with me? Every time I think about those things, I feel that I have wasted the time I spent thinking about Jin'er..."
His eyes were all red, "I was wrong, it's all my fault, I'm stupid, I don't deserve to beg you to forgive me... Dote on me again, Jin'er, dote on me for the last time, don't let me go, you want
Killer, I will be your killer, if you want me to ghostwrite, I will be your ghostwriter, I will be your slave, whatever you ask me to do! I will do whatever you ask me to do, and if I don’t know how to do it, I will learn...
Don’t let me go, Jin’er…”
He sobbed fiercely: "Otherwise, just kill me. If we can no longer stay together and grow old together...then, the best result I can think of is that you can kill me with your own hands.
Jin'er, Jin'er..."
He lowered his head suddenly, pulled her hands away with both hands, and took her lips in his.
Then he let go of her hand, held her waist with both hands, pressed his whole body against her, gasped and swallowed hard.
Her tears, his blood...
This kiss was like chewing up a human heart and swallowing it, but the place where the heart was dug out was still empty, cold, and painful, making the whole body throb with pain.
It really hurts!
Why can something as invisible and intangible as feelings hurt so much?
She finally broke down, crying and hugging his neck, crying in response to his kiss, crying and calling his name: "Yan Baiwei... I hate you..."
He said nothing.
But her little response was like the master putting his little hand on the beast's forehead.
The despair and madness that wanted to destroy the world were soothed by this little hand.
He gradually became gentler.
Wutong County, Zhulin Village, Wuyou Villa...the Yan Baiwei whom she met for the first time, had that kind of gentleness that was particularly deep and tolerant, belonging to the strong and the elders, a gentleness that fascinated her.
I don't know how long it took.
He slowly moved away a little, placed his forehead against hers, and looked into her eyes quietly under the moonlight.
She cried for too long and still couldn't stop sobbing.