Chapter 1291： Master's Little Demon Girl (64)

Chapter 1291 Master's Little Demon Girl (64)

The smile of Bai Weiwei’s mouth couldn’t stand, and her voice was sharp. “Wife? Is there a wife who was killed by my husband on the first day of worship?”

She finally couldn't keep calm. She covered his collar with both hands, and the grief and hatred in her eyes finally appeared.

"There is no trace of snow, you ruin everything about me, do you know how much I hate you?"

The snow has no coveted eyes, and the expression is a bit sluggish. I want to save it, but I don’t know how to recover the pain. In fact, he is also somewhat at a loss.

He saw tears in her eyes and saw her painful and unstoppable tremors.

The distress suddenly came.

This kind of pain is not the pain of the wound, nor the pain of the affliction.

It's another softer, but more unbearable pain.

The snow was squinting at the corner of his mouth, and he said with a dumb voice: "Wei Wei..."

Bai Weiwei yelled with anger. "Enough, you are not qualified to call my name. Since you sent it to your door, I am not welcome."

She pulled out all the knives and watched the blood coming out of his chest.

Her lips are licking, her fingers are shaking so badly that even her breathing is chaotic.

Bai Weiwei raised her hand, and the hand holding the knife tightened and loosened.

Her tears suddenly burst out, and the words were sore and bloody. "There is no trace of snow. Why do you want to meet you? I can't even kill you. Why should I be so humbled to a man who doesn't love me?"

Her crying grievances, crying sadness into the bones, clearly holding a knife, took the upper hand.

But the weight of the injured snow is not fragile.

The heart without snow, she was crying, I don’t know how to be good.

But she was reluctant, but made his eyes brighter.

He reached out and held her into his arms, and the breath blew into her ear. The **** smell and the man's voice were equally cold, but with a heavy surrender.

"Wei Wei, I love you."

This sentence has more weight than anyone else.

Because the martial arts he practiced cannot be tempted, and the temptation is death.

So once you say that you love a woman, then you are dead at the end.

So he is very reluctant to fall in love with this sentence.

Because this is declaring my own death.

But today he is willing to say it, just to appease her tears.

When he said it, he felt relaxed and couldn't help but repeat. "I really love you."

This sentence is actually sweet, with the sweetness of blood.

Bai Weiwei did not move, she stayed for a while.

"you love Me?"

There is no trace of snow: "Well."

Bai Weiwei still can't believe it. "Do you really love me?"

Like a child with no sense of security, I want others to repeat this beautiful vow again and again.

The snow stretched out without touching her hand and gently touched her ink. "Never, I have never loved a woman so much. You are the first and the last one."

Bai Weiwei rested on his hard shoulders, her voice softened. "Do you love me, love to die for me?"

There is almost no hesitation in the snow, "Can."

Bai Weiwei: "Can you abandon the position of the lord and lie at my feet?"

There is no trace of snow: "Yes."

He wants her to be happy and wants her to love him as she used to.

I also want her to be lively and happy.

Instead of being hurt by him to the present.

It is fragile, has no sense of security, and is very painful.

Bai Weiwei’s hand suddenly grabbed the clothes on his back and his voice choked. “There is no trace of snow... Master.”

The name of the master is sad and helpless.

(End of this chapter)