Gong Su opened his eyes, fixedly looked at Mo Lingwei, and silently called her name: "Ling Wei, leave him, leave this man."

Mo Lingwei's white teeth were about to bite her lower lip.

Feng Shaojin scoffed coldly: "Overestimating one's abilities!"

He picked up Mo Lingwei and strode upstairs: "It's okay to save his life. Last time on the train, you used yourself to save him. This time, use you to replace him and let him live completely." If you die, you will be able to remember what happened today for the rest of your life."

Realizing what Feng Shaojin was about to do, Mo Lingwei screamed and struggled vigorously, her fingernails ran across Feng Shaojin's cheeks, grabbing bloodstains: "Feng Shaojin, let me go, You can't treat me like this, Feng Shaojin!"

With a "bang", the sound of closing the door shuts out all calls.

Gong Su watched helplessly as the begging Mo Lingwei was taken away by the dazed Feng Shaojin, the double image in front of him became heavier and heavier, his body slid down the wall and fell to the ground...

in the bedroom.

It was the first time that Mo Lingwei knew that Feng Shaojin's ruthlessness was so strong. When he pressed her wrist, he almost broke her bones.

All the shrill cries, cursing, and begging for mercy were useless.

She heard the sound of clothes being torn, and in front of her eyes were the man's blood-red eyes after losing his mind.

Her modesty and self-esteem were shattered like that stunning cheongsam.

The pain swept through the whole body, unforgettable.

At the beginning of her relationship with Feng Shaojin, she was still an ignorant boudoir girl. Once she went to a bookstore and accidentally found a western oil painting, which depicted the strength and beauty of men and women.

It was raining outside, and the bookstore was very quiet. She remembered that she blushed and her heart beat when she read it.

Later, Feng Shaojin came to pick her up in his car, and on the way to send her back to Jingyuan, he stopped the car, and gave her a specially prepared pastry from the back seat.

While she was eating seriously, Feng Shaojin kissed her secretly. It was the first time she had such an intimate act with Feng Shaojin.

The contents of the oil painting immediately appeared in her mind, her face seemed to be on fire, her heart was not in control, and she wished she could jump out of her chest.

She always thought that things between men and women must be mysterious and beautiful...

But I didn't expect that it would be so painful. The painful bones seemed to be broken inch by inch. Her strength was drained from her body bit by bit, and she turned into a puppet...

The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and the lanterns in the yard lit up.

Feng Shaojin opened her eyes, the blood red in the bottom of her eyes had faded, and her clarity returned.

Wisps of light shone in from the window, and the bedroom was filled with a beautiful atmosphere.

The person in his arms was still sleeping, Feng Shaojin sat up abruptly, he lifted the corner of the quilt with trembling hands...

Anguish and guilt invaded his whole body like bone-eating poison, Feng Shaojin even wanted to kill himself.

How could he do such a thing?

How could he do such a thing? !

He was stunned by Gong Su's anger yesterday, and he lost even his remaining sanity...

Feng Shaojin got up in his clothes, went to the study, and waited in the dark for the sky to brighten.

The servant was frightened by yesterday's battle and dared not go upstairs.

After the sky was bright, Feng Shaojin went back to the bedroom after tossing and turning. He thought that when Mo Lingwei woke up, he would apologize to her, let her beat and scold him, even if he stabbed dozens and hundreds of bloody holes in his body with a knife , he also admitted.

But Mo Lingwei seemed unwilling to wake up, she was obviously alive, but she lay quietly, as if she had fallen asleep, and refused to open her eyes.

Feng Shaojin's heart sank little by little, he called her name, even hugged her, but it didn't help...