He asked coldly: "Since you love Su Zhi so much, beg me to give you a way out, then I will give you a chance, why can't you do it?"

She couldn't see the dark night, there was a hint of hidden pain between his eyebrows and eyes, and he only cared about himself and burst into tears: "You have saved me a few times, I can't repay my grudges..."

"Is that right?" He was cold and his voice was cold. This was the worst excuse he wanted to hear.

Youmeng's heart was about to hurt, as if she was being slashed by many knives.

"Are you really ruthless to me?" He repeatedly locked her shoulders, "Ask your heart carefully, is it a hypocritical gratitude as you said, or is it that you are reluctant to let me die!"

In his roaring waves, Youmeng's heart was defeated. If he hadn't been tolerated, she might have collapsed from crying.

Is it difficult? He just asked her to admit that she had him in her heart. At this time, even if she responded with a little affirmatively, the man could not be so indifferent and hurtful. She could warm him up even if she nodded...

But no matter how hard he forced himself, he didn't change the answer he wanted in her crying.

Youmeng sobbed, and he let her go coldly. She turned around and walked slowly to the railing, looking at the turbulent lake water under her feet with tears in her eyes. She was as tide as her mood was rising and falling, constantly slapping the pier and wooden stakes.

Suddenly, she remembered Liyou.

"I don't like to force others, nor do I like to be forced, but not long ago, I treated a friend like you, holding the knife in his hand and forcing him to break it with me, but in the end..." She strangled her chest and burst into tears, "He cut his throat with the knife, causing me to lose him forever. It was me who forced him..."

He looked at her crying figure coldly: "Do you want to say that if I force you again, or if I really go to kill Su Zhi, you will cut your throat with a knife?"

She raised her tears and looked at the confused night in the mist: "Yuan, do you know... Su Zhi has died for me once. I owe him a life, so I will repay him for my love forever!"

He was stunned again, and his heart was still pounding and ached faintly: "I'm so fond of my life."

How dare you ask, what about you?

What to pay for if you owe it?

Could it be that all she could repay was tears and a word of sorry?

Youmeng couldn't hear his heart, drowned in the sound of the Lingling Water, sobbing: "It's better for anyone to be you. If you killed Su Zhi, I would be even more heartbroken..."

"Why?"

"Because in my heart, I don't want to regard you as an enemy."

His eyes fell secretly, and he thought a lot in his silent moment.

Youmeng You swallowed a burst of tears, forced herself to calm down, and said in a cold tone: "Farewell from now on, please let me cherish my affection for you, and don't turn it into hatred..."

mutual affection?

He thought of it with a stern thought: Did she admit it?

Without waiting for her to continue, he no longer cared about anything and took a big step to her side, trying to grab her as if she had just said something. He forced her to turn around and fall into his arms, stroked her back with one hand, lowered his head and held her lips!

It was still the same, straight to the point, without a trace of transition. His kiss was always like this and I didn't know what gentleness was. Love indulged between my lips and teeth, grinding her ambiguously, and burning her in full swing.

His solid and powerful mind was like a shackle, pressing against her tightly, making her struggle unable to escape.

In fact, Youmeng did not resist. She was used to being dominated by him as usual. Her lips were slightly cool, like a tender willow leaf, soft and thinly rolling on his lips.
Chapter completed!