Chapter 4924

Han Yichu looks at Huang Qingwu's indifferent reaction. He really can't stand it. His heart seems to be cut open with a knife. It's very painful.

But no matter how painful it was, he still had to suppress the emotion.

Because he couldn't lose the love more than the pain.

Han Yichu's throat moves fiercely. Mingming wants to hold his lover in his arms. Mingming has just been intimate, but now he can't do anything.

I can only watch it like this. She looks at him like a stranger.

This kind of stimulation is almost unbearable to Han Yichu.

He knew vaguely in his heart that the dance might be something he thought of.

But he didn't want to be sure, or dare to be sure.

He said hoarsely: "Qingwu, what's the matter with you? Tell me, will you? "

Han Yichu's voice was so low that he was afraid that it would disturb his dancing.

he can feel that the present dance is really fragile and fragile, like a bubble, or it may burst.

So he didn't dare to move or talk.

And clearly don't want to let Qingwu drink, see her so painful appearance, he is actually more painful than her.

When Huang Qingwu heard Han Yichu's words, a self mocking and bitter radian appeared in the corner of her mouth, and then she took a sip of wine.

She looked at Han Yichu askew, "Oh, what's the matter? What's wrong with me? Do you feel bad? "

Han Yichu didn't know why he said such a sentence at the Huangqing dance party. Like a sword, it stabbed him in the position of his heart. The place of his heart nest was painful, but now he was bleeding.

He looked at Huang Qing dance with red eyes. He wanted to hold her and do something, but he was afraid to stimulate Huang Qing dance, so he had to bear it.

He looked at Huang Qingwu deeply and pointed to the position of his heart, "I love you here. I love you so much. I feel worse than you."

Huang Qingwu shook his head, "Oh, Yichu, you are deceiving me, deceiving me..."

"I didn't, Qingwu, I didn't, I love you, absolutely didn't cheat you, we are together, how can I love you, you know, Qingwu, don't torture me like this, OK? Don't torture yourself like this. I feel worse. "

Han Yichu's throat is hoarse and his eyes are red with red blood.

My heart is sour.

Listening to Han Yichu's reply, Huang Qingwu doesn't want to believe that she is totally immersed in the memory she just thought of. She can't forget those things.

Huang Qingwu can't face Han Yichu calmly at this time.

She threw the finished bottle to the ground and continued to pick up another one.

Han yichuyi grasped Huang Qingwu's hand, "Qingwu, don't drink, OK, don't drink..."

He couldn't watch her continue to drink like this.

When Han Yichu meets her hand, Huang Qingwu's whole body is as numb as electricity. She can't deceive herself.

She still loves him, deeply.

And just so intimate contact, so deep love, he so intimate kiss her love her She can't lie to her body, to her heart.

But she didn't allow herself to immerse herself in this way. She couldn't be fascinated by his words.

Huang Qingwu shook his head, "you go, you go, I don't want to see you now, you go..."

Han Yichu shook his head, "you look like this, how can I leave your side and dance? What's the matter with you? Tell me, OK? Don't get angry with me. "