Balian: "..."
He didn't answer.
Fang Geyu was very confident about this condition. She slowly relaxed her body and suppressed her shyness.
She gently bit his earlobe, blushed, and asked again in a soft voice: "Is it okay?"
Balian's body suddenly stiffened, and he suddenly whispered a name through gritted teeth:
"Xiaoshuang..."
Through a faint whisper, this call made her feel like she was in the cold winter months. She wanted to open the door to warm up, but instead a basin of cold water containing biting and sharp ice slag was poured on her. She was soaked and embarrassed, cold and frightened. .
The crimson on Fang Geyu's face instantly faded to pale, like frost!
Whose name is he calling? !
Who is this answering? !
The slender legs that were tightly wrapped around his waist seemed to have been drained of all their strength in an instant and fell down weakly.
Her body was shaking, and the hand holding his hair was shaking a little, but she still held it and did not let go.
So ridiculous.
She was really like a clown who was kept in the dark and didn't know it. She was put on a mask that she couldn't even detect. She disappeared under this mask and snickered happily.
After all, the feeling of being held in someone's hand and hidden in the heart is really good.
But, it's not hers.
all fake!
Wet marks fell from the corners of his eyes, and something bitter seemed to come out of the chaos, causing a dull pain in his throat.
For the second time in her life, she discovered that her will could be so fragile, so fragile that it almost completely collapsed.
She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, held Balian's cheeks heavily with both palms, and stood up and bumped towards him as if she was hurting herself.
Pain came.
After wiping away her tears, her expression returned to normal. There was no shame or pain at all, she just looked at the young man beside her with indifference and arrogance.
Balian couldn't help but frown, but his hands quickly came out, clasped her slender waist, and stopped in time, dangerously and dangerously, before it caused a big mistake.
He propped himself up, Fang Geyu's face reflected in his pupils, gritted his teeth and called out again: "Xiaoshuang..."
Fang Geyu raised his eyebrows, smiled mockingly, and said, "You hurt me."
She grabbed Bai Lian's open skirt and pulled him forcefully in front of her eyes.
When their eyes met, her eyes were dark and she looked extremely dangerous: "I, Fang Geyu, will retaliate with all my vengeance. I have remembered the pain you gave me. Next, you must firmly remember the pain I gave you." .Next time, don’t call the wrong name——”
As the words settled, she bent her legs and hit her upwards hard, making a dull impact sound!
The merciless intensity was as intense as penetrating a corpse bead.
Balian let out a painful cry and fell on the bed, his shoulders and back trembling with spasms.
Fang Geyu sneered, turned his head and glanced at the stunned female corpse He Sha, and a tear fell from the end of his beautiful eye.
She would never continue to cry in vain after wiping away her tears. Naturally, she was not crying because of sadness.
Those tears are golden.
As it fell, the golden tears burned silently. The golden flame was dazzling but without any warmth, just like the indifferent eyes of the gods watching all things.
However, the female corpse made an extremely miserable sound. She covered her face with her hands, and her exposed skin began to turn red quickly, and terrible fire bubbles rolled out as if she had been burned by fire.
As soon as the black mist cleared, the female corpse grabbed the window and fled.
Soon, the tears of flames were like dissipated fireworks, fleeting, withering into a faint thin curtain of blue smoke in an instant.
Fang Geyu's body went limp, as if he had been exhausted, and his face was as pale as paper.
But she ignored the heavy injuries caused to her body by using the secret technique without permission, and struggled to hold up her limp body and stood up.
The big red word "Happy" on the bed curtain was swept away by the strong wind. As the female corpse fled, the illusion in the house began to lose its original color.
The new house is no longer red.
There are cobwebs and dust everywhere, the bed curtains are old and dusty, and there is an air of dilapidation and desolation everywhere.
The girl half-dressed in red stood in this deserted area. Her gaze was condescending, looking down at the trembling young man lying on the couch with coldness and ridicule.
Look at the veins on the back of his hands as he clenches the quilt tightly in pain, and the helpless look on his face as he grits his teeth and gasps.
She stood in front of him without any sympathy and slowly raised one of her legs without any shame.
Balian gasped, raised his eyes to glance at her, then quickly looked away without saying anything, and wordlessly removed his hand.
Regarding this move, Fang Geyu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly in shock, but did not waver in his determination to teach him a lesson.
There was another scream, and he bit the back of his hand, his eye circles red with pain.
No one in the world can bear this kind of pain.
Fang Geyu nodded and said, "Well, I'm finally honest, not bad."
He said, showing no mercy again.
Balian's eyes were so painful that he rolled all over the bed, biting his lips until a trace of blood came out, and he couldn't even take a complete breath.
Fang Geyu raised his feet again, but from the corner of his eye, he saw his face full of pain, but there was no sign of panic, let alone any intention to ask for mercy.
I don't know why, but my cold heart was inexplicably blocked again.
This is looking for someone to torture.
She finally put away her legs and squatted in front of Bai Lian, holding her knees with her hands. Her long black hair fell peacefully on her shoulders, and she looked as well-behaved as a delicate big doll.
Fang Geyu asked: "Does it hurt?"
Balian's back stiffened, but he didn't answer his question. He gasped a few times, raised his tearful eyes to look at her, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you still going on?"
Fang Geyu didn't expect that he would ask this question. He was startled and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"What if we continue? What if we don't continue?"
Balian said: "If you think it's okay, I'd like to put on some clothes."
Fang Geyu sneered: "What if I don't swear to give up?"
Balian frowned, his face struggling and hesitant, with a hint of worry.
Fang Geyu admired his complicated expression very much, and felt an inexplicable sense of revenge in his heart.
He must be silently condemning her ruthlessness. He was clearly right and wrong, but he had to bear the consequences alone because of her willfulness and domineeringness.
He must have scolded her countless times in his mind.
But so what.
Anyway, when Fang Geyu became domineering, it didn't happen in a day or two.
Unexpectedly, Bai Lian leaned forward and grabbed her red wedding dress, placed it in front of her, and whispered: "Put your clothes on, and go outside to pick up a brick?"
Fang Geyu was confused by his meaningless words: "What are you doing picking up bricks?"
Balian's tone was very calm: "Girls' feet are not meant for this kind of thing. If you see blood, you have to wash it. Why don't you just hit it with a brick?"
Fang Geyu was simply shocked by his shocking remarks!
What does it mean to hit it directly with bricks? You think it is smashing walnuts!
By the way, do you want to be so serious about making jokes that don't make sense?
Fang Geyu was a little angry, but when she saw Bailian's extremely serious eyes, she was shocked again.
He's not kidding.
I felt a little irritable again for no reason.
