Yu Fei paused and looked back at the curtain that had been closed.

Tears finally can't help but slide down.

Since heartless, why not be heartless?

Why do you want to stay so gentle?

That tenderness will make her heart more painful and difficult to give up

Yu Fei's legs were very soft. Standing on the ground was like stepping on a ball of cotton.

But she knew that the weakness here would only make her more embarrassed.

He sucked his nose hard, forced himself to be strong, went to the dressing room, tidied up his messy clothes, and shook his hands so that he couldn't button them up. Then he knew how deep he was hurt when he pushed him away.

Long ago, he said that he would die if he saw him.

At that time, she knew that close to him would hurt.

But she would rather be hurt than close.

But, really hurt, just know how painful.

This pain has been extended to the deepest heart.

It's hard to tidy yourself up and want to leave alone.

But it's even harder to face such a gloomy escape.

Yu Fei clenched his teeth, opened the wardrobe and took out his car key.

Looking at his suit and coat, his eyes were red hot.

Yu Fei took a deep breath, did not touch the clothes, turned to the door.

The mirror beside the door reflected her.

Watermarked shirt, revealing the inside of the bra, so it really can't go out.

Yu Fei closed her eyes and breathed out. She turned to the cupboard and took zhuoran's suit.

It's his smell on the clothes, her familiar and infatuated taste.

Fingers gently stroked the suit draped on the body, confused got a mess.

Zhuoran stood in the shower, but the cold water couldn't burn the evil fire around.

The whole brain is full of Yu Fei's feeling when he pastes it on him.

A woman's body is soft and fragrant.

She looked into his eyes and spoke in a seductive tone.

No matter how cold-blooded or ruthless he is, he is a vigorous young man.

I've tasted her again, and I know how delicious she is.

The fire was lifted up, but Shengsheng pushed her away. The evil fire screamed in his bones, as if he wanted to boil all the water in his body to make him upset.

His hand went down involuntarily.

The other hand supported the wall and closed her eyes, imagining that she was still pushed against the wall by him, and that she was shocked by him.

The whole person trembled slightly and froze slowly.

After a while, he regained his lax mind and took a long breath.

Open your eyes, raise your head, let the cold water drench your face, wash away the wet sweat on your face.

He can ignore the previous cases.

Mo Qing said, don't touch the bloody things.

Other things, he can no longer touch.

But Han Jinbiao, he must do it himself.

If Han Jinbiao is not cut open, he can't get rid of his hatred.

If Han Jinbiao is killed, what will happen to him? He does not dare to go and is not willing to think about it.

Horizontal and vertical is to take life, but also to do things, why think about it.

He is a person who can never be affectionate. When he is affectionate, he will be concerned. When he is concerned, he will have worries.

If you have concerns, you will shrink from them and can't be crisp.

He has seen too many people who are timid. In the end, most of the things they should do are not done. On the contrary, they die in each other's hands. If not, they will drag down their brothers.

Harm others and yourself!

He - zhuoran -

would never be such a person.

He can't control others, he can only control his own heart.

After bathing, he left the dressing room with all his moisture and went to his car.

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