1127: C1127 Not Him

C1127 Not Him

She closed her eyes and trembled.

It wasn't him.

Actually, she already knew that he wasn't him.

Thirteen walked to Wuman's side, his body tensed up. Even his nervous voice changed, "I chose you, Wuman. Don't worry, no one will dare to choose you. You are safe. I... I won't touch you."

Thirteen's supporters facepalmed.

F * ck, why did they follow such a person?

Wuman was in a daze, "It's not him..."

"Wuman, what did you say?"

Wuman pursed her lips and did not say anything. She did not even look at Thirteen before leaving the bonfire banquet in a daze.

Thirteen paused, following closely behind like a loyal dog, but did not dare to get too close to her.

Her body swayed.

Thirteen stretched out his hand to support her, but his hand was placed in the air, and in the end, he didn't dare to do anything.

Thirteen's supporters facepalmed and didn't dare to look.

The bonfire feast continued, and tonight, no one slept.

He carried her on the winding corridor, and the professor arranged a place for him to stay. There was only a simple bed and washing room inside, and the room wasn't big, so he could see everything clearly at a glance.

The things inside were very simple.

She was placed on the soft bed and had just touched the bed. Her hands were tightly bound by him, and she opened her eyes. She saw that his scarlet eyes were filled with lust, full of desire for her. The heavy emotions that had been hidden in his black pupils in the past... At this moment... How obvious!

Right at this moment.

He removed her veil, and when he was halfway there, his hand stopped in midair. His breathing became lighter, and his hand unconsciously began to tremble. It was unknown if he was looking forward to something or was afraid of something.

In the end, he still removed her veil.

A fair and beautiful face appeared in front of him. Her beautiful eyes were overflowing, and her nose was white and cute. Her red lips pouted, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her long eyelashes trembled as she looked at him, and a part of his heart suddenly became soft.

For some reason, the moment he saw her face, the pain in his heart gradually disappeared, and a huge joy honestly rushed towards his heart. He didn't know why, but he just looked at her... His body was honest and happy, and it was a great sense of satisfaction to be able to regain what he had lost.

She was like a person who grew up at the tip of his heart.

He raised his hand and caressed her face. His eyes were filled with unconcealable pain. His voice was hoarse as he stared at her with a scarlet gaze and asked, "Who are you?"

This face that was carved into the depths of his soul.

"I'm your little darling!"

He pursed his lips without saying a word.

Tang Qingge looked at him and silently sighed in her heart. She held his hand and clearly told him, "I am real. I am not dead."

So don't be sad anymore, okay?

That scene that appeared in his dream day and night.

He woke up like he was in a dream and suddenly withdrew his hand.2

He stood up coldly, "Who exactly are you?"

She was silent.

After a while, she asked, "Have you really forgotten about me?"

He pinched her chin and said with a cold gaze, "If you don't answer me, I will hand you over."

"Are you willing to?"

He didn't say anything.

She asked again.

"Are you willing to send me away?"

She blinked and asked him, her gaze seemingly hooked.

His Adam's apple rolled as he stared at her with a burning gaze.

But he also restrained his calm.

He would not let anyone mess with his heart again.

"I will hand you over"

Why is this person so stubborn!

Tang Qingge saw that she kept cursing in her heart and became anxious. She hurriedly held his arm. "You can't bring me to the doctor. It was him who made you like this. Have you forgotten how you liked me in the past? You used to hold me in your hands in fear of losing me. I'm your darling! "

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