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Since he was a child, he was afraid of water for a special time, and he was thrown into the sea.
The surging sea water suddenly surged from all directions, flooding his head with chaos, and there was no place to leverage his strength. The more he struggled, the deeper the deeper the colder the sea water kept pouring into his mouth and nose. The powerful water pressure stimulated his eardrums to hurt, and he could only hear a vague buzzing sound.
He could not see anything or touch anything. He was the only one left in the world, struggling desperately in the evil and cold sea water.
At that moment, he clearly felt his own fragility and helplessness and fear of the unknown world
But since that time, he was no longer afraid of water. It seemed that after embracing death at such a close distance, death became more friendly and familiar. He even fell in love with the feeling of drowning.
So he often slowly sank his body into the water when taking a bath, allowing the warm water to spread across his neck to his mouth and nose bit by bit. Finally, the water flowing above his head had a strange buoyancy, lifting his body upwards and relaxing his limbs, relaxing his spirit, and letting all worries and worries melt into the soft waves of water, like falling leaves, taking away the body and the body and mind. He is completely open, embracing the world, and embracing the void.
The great liberation obtained after abandoning everything is incredibly sweet, as if floating in the clouds, wandering in the kingdom of heaven
So on this silent night, Yu dived into the water again and again, holding his breath, like a fish in the deep sea, quietly lurking at the bottom of the sea without thinking and without any worries, just quietly feeling his heartbeat, still exists in this lonely world
He finally killed the man with his own hands, and the bloody snake flowed down his wrist like a bloody snake. The blood marks that streaked across his skin were so shaking
He saw that the man's pale and delicate face was twisted violently due to pain, like the reflection of the moon in the river of dark night. It was stirred by the child's hands and it was broken and could no longer be tied up.
He saw the dying man struggling in a pool of blood and tried to reach out to grab him. He was so scared that he threw down his knife and ran away. When he crossed the iron gate, his heart almost jumped out of his chest...
Everything is so real
But now I think I'm dreaming
It's only a few hours, those thrilling moments have become so far away, like bubbles that have spit out, and they have turned into nothingness after a moment.
The weapon has been thrown away, the earbuds block the sound, the blood will eventually cool down, and all traces will be cleaned by water
But that's all
There is no relief and ecstasy after revenge, nor the fear and anxiety after killing, just... emptiness
He should hate him not that person. He would not fall into such a miserable situation. Qingxiao would not be desperate. That person forced them to pull them into the darkness, forcing their eyes to get used to the darkness. After a long time, they could no longer adapt to the sunshine.
So he hated him and was afraid of him. No matter what the reason was, he should, surely, must have killed him.
But I hated for so long and feared for so long. Once the big rock in my chest was removed, my heart would be empty.
Maybe he hated too hard, but once the matter was over, he felt confused, as if all his strength had been used up.
The oxygen gradually lacked, and there was a nearly suffocating pleasure that suddenly poked out of the water, bringing out a large splash of water, and the night was dark, and the cool air surrounded him, and his naked skin trembled.
Yu Mo stood up, naked, walked to the mirror with a layer of hazy water vapor condensed on the mirror. Yu wiped it clean with his hands without hesitation. The coldness in the tentacles invaded people, as if he could cut his fingers.
Since he was rescued, he has never dared to look in the mirror. The mirror has a sharp reality, which makes people feel embarrassed and unavoidable.
But tonight, he suddenly wanted to see clearly what he had become
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The young man in the mirror has a clean and innocent naked body. After a year of rehabilitation, his hands and feet have become much stronger. The contours are clearer and the chaotic and soft lines are brutally erased under his strong will. They re-carved the handsome and steep hair belonging to the young man, cut short, with cold and indifferent eyes and thin and slender body, which seems to be no different from the Harvard student many years ago.
Even the collar on the neck that I thought would exist forever became very weak. After many plastic surgery, I couldn't tell it if I didn't pay attention.
He stood in front of the mirror in a well-dressed manner and looked around. He was satisfied. He felt that he would not be able to see the flaws in the crowd, but he never dared to look directly at himself without any slightest look.
The mirror will reflect his humble past. He once again and again, masturbated in front of the mirror under the command of the teacher. He was used. He was trained and remembered clearly. In the past three years, how he has tried his best to exert a smile on the teacher's face, doing all kinds of shameful and humble things. In order to let a man touch his fingers, he was like a dog around the man, striking his head and posing.
Every time he thought of this, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to die that slave who was still ashamed of being naked, and even used his shackles and imprints as his own. Could it be someone else's Ah!
Finally, the person who brought him infinite humiliation was dead and killed by him with his own hands. He could no longer make any mistakes.
So late in the night, he regained his strength and stared at his naked body calmly, including his lower body, which was impossible to grow hair and his downed sexual organs.
There was a scar on his chest and abdomen, which was the traces left by bone grafting and skin grafting. His hand slowly went down and stroked his buttocks. There was also a sunflower. There was too much plastic surgery. He had done it, which made him feel scared, but in the end he still left.
What is the need to apply it completely? Remove the breast ring and the perforated finger bones, but the hands are still impossible to recover as soon as the first time
Those three years of experience of sex slaves really happened to him. It was impossible to erase the traces of pain and depravity, record them one by one in the mirror, and reappear in front of him.
Now he can accept this
He looked at himself with a doctor's eyes like a patient. The water vapor in the bathroom was filled with mist, and the mirror was blurred again. The originally sharp and clear outline was softly faded by the water vapor, blurring the shape again. The cold and reserved Sumiya Sumiya disappeared. The body of the shemale in the mirror and the pale body formed by long-term escape from the sunlight were approaching and enlarging.
That skin is obviously too white and delicate for men. Perhaps it has been soaked in hot water for a long time. The pink mirror that is hazy by water vapor is reflected, and it is almost transparent, just like a light that emits light from the frosted glass cover.
Yu stared at the figure in the mirror. His weakness, his loneliness, his fear, his shame, and his broken soul... were reflected in a tiny detail. Instead, the body that should have been real seemed to be completely empty.
The body, softened by the water mist on the mirror, was too light and thin, giving people a very unreal feeling, as if a illusion cast by a floating curtain on the mirror
But life... life should not be like this. Life should be a heavier and more severe thing, not as light and illusory as water mist, sun shadows, or butterflies' wings
Life is downward, closer to the soil, not the sky
Yu took a step forward, wiped away the water marks on the mirror, and smiled silently at the figure that gradually became clear inside. When he did this, he did not expect that the Wanmaki Ninja, many years ago, had once pondered his destiny in the mirror in such a quiet and deserted night.
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When Kiyoko walked into the living room, he saw Yu sitting on the windowsill wearing a bathrobe. The dark night outlined his handsome and desolate outline. He held a glass of red liquid in his hand and looked at the sky in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
Qingxiao was a little nervous, her lips were dry, and she walked over and said: I'm a little thirsty, can you give me some drinks?
Yu turned his head and looked at him, handed the cup in his hand to him, Kiyoko and tasted it, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: You are drinking Ah, I thought you were drinking!
Yu Yixiao, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth: Why? Do you think I can't stand this stimulation?
Qingxiao looked at him and couldn't help but say: To be honest, I didn't expect you to be like this...
He raised his legs and sat on the windowsill, put his hand on Yu's shoulder, and said: I have thought about many situations. Maybe you will take revenge on him and whip him, maybe, maybe...
Yu said lightly: Maybe I will kneel at his feet and call him the master.
Qingxiao scratched her head awkwardly and said: I don’t mean that… Well, I mean, if this really happens, it’s not difficult to understand…
He looked at Yu intently, with a strange expression and said: I didn't expect you to do what you said. After saying that, he started to kill him. He had been worried, thinking that if you didn't come out in 45 minutes, I would go in and take a look, but you came out in less than half an hour, and you were covered in blood...
Yu Yixiao, without saying a word, took the cup from his hand, drank the remaining juice in one go, put the cup on the coffee table, and said inadvertently: Is that man dead? Is he dead?
Qingxiao's body stiffened and did not answer immediately
Yu noticed something was wrong and immediately turned around to look at him, his eyes were calm and cold, and he suddenly turned around his face.
Under those eyes, Qingxiao couldn't even lie. She smiled bitterly and said: He is dead...
Yu stood up and stared at him coldly. Qingxiao let out a long breath and said unwillingly: He said, he committed suicide.
Yu was slightly shocked, and his eyes showed his inquiry.
Qingxiao was silent for a moment and whispered: The fatal wound was stabbed on the carotid artery, I think it was him who stabbed it himself.
Yu's expression changed drastically, he snorted, walked a few steps in the living room, and suddenly punched the wall, and said hatefully: What does he mean? Do you think I am not worthy of killing him? You will die at your own hands! This... this bastard!
In anger, he swept all the stack of newspapers on the table to the floor. He was still angry and held the edge of the table with hatred, and couldn't help but breathe
Qingxiao looked at his back pitifully. After a while, he walked over silently and picked up the newspaper neatly, holding his shoulders. He felt that Yu was trembling slightly, obviously very excited.
Qingxiao leaned his head over and rubbed Yu's shoulder with a rough jaw with some stubble. He calmed down slightly and whispered: Actually, I think it's best if this ending is not bad. However, you don't have to take someone's life on your hands.
Yu pushed him away and glared at him: What do you mean?
Qingxiao sighed and said: I have killed someone, and I know that the feeling of killing people is not good. I am afraid that you will regret it in the future, but I can't stop you... Isn't it very good now? The trouble is solved, and you have taken revenge...
Yu shouted: What is this called revenge? That bastard, every word he said hit my heart and made me feel extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't take what I said seriously at all! I wanted to kill him, but I always wanted to kill him... But in the end he died at his own hands! How could you let me go?
He walked around the room angrily, like a beast trapped in prison, his pale face slightly blushed, and he murmured: He looks down on me, Qingxiao! He thinks I am still the slave kneeling at his feet! This bastard!
Kiyoko could no longer hold it back and hugged him. Before he could react, a quick and scorching kiss fell on his lips, blocking all the words that had not been said yet.
The kiss was so fierce and passionate, full of aggressiveness, indicating the master's strong and domineering possessiveness, Qingxiao tossed and sucked on Yu's lips without hesitation, almost suffocating. Finally, he bit his lower lip with warning teeth, and then reluctantly let him go and whispered: Okay, don't say that person is dead, the matter is over, don't think of him anymore, now you should focus all your attention on me! It's me that I want to spend my whole life with you, not him!
There was still a subtle and sharp pain left by the other person's teeth on his lips. Yu said in a daze: Qingxiao...
Qingxiao sighed, looked at him with a very complicated and trance, and said softly: No matter what you think, murder is a crime, I am very happy that you didn't do this.
He paused and said with some difficulty: If...if that person had this idea, he had done a good thing
Yu had already calmed down, but couldn't help but snorted coldly and said: Will he be so kind?
Qingxiao looked at his hand, was silent for a long time, and slowly said: He left a line of words and said sorry, but he did not regret it.
Sorry, but I don't regret it... Yu murmured, a smile appeared on his lips, and the sarcasm was expanding, and the sarcasm was getting stronger and stronger. The corners of his eyes were raised upwards, with indescribable charm and charm: So you think, is this his true remorse?
Qingxiao was a little dazed and said: That... I just feel obliged to convey the information he left to you in full...
Yu silently sat on the table for a moment, raised his legs and said leisurely: Well, he said sorry, it's great that he can still say sorry after he took away my career, wealth, and dignity.
Although he tried his best to suppress his emotions, it still caused a slight turmoil: ...If he really felt hurting me, he should stop immediately, instead of saying good to me while cutting off my fingers. If he really felt sorry for me, he should return what I lost to me, instead of continuing to imprison me by his side and be his dog. If you hadn't saved me, he would have just kept going like this, can you still hope to hear his apologies?
He was a little excited and had to stop and calm his mind before continuing: Apology is expressed by practical actions. It is not dusting the body after killing someone. Do you understand, Qingxiao! That guy, he doesn't have the courage to change it at all! So what's the use of a light apology now?
He gasped and stared at Qingxiao straight, his voice clear and restrained: Qingxiao, you will speak for him, I am very disappointed! You should know me better!
Qingxiao looked at him quietly, his eyes gradually changed from pity to appreciation, he smiled slowly, his eyes as gentle as water: I am so happy to hear you say this, Xiaoyu, do you know? For a while, I was always jealous of the relationship between you and him...
Yu Bukuo laughed: What's the relationship between me and him? Qingxiao, are you crazy?
Qingxiao blushed and said: You don’t mention him very much, how do I know what you think? No matter what, you have been together for three years, and...
Seeing that Yu's face changed again, he made a grimace and surrendered, hugged Yu in the waist, rubbed Yu's head as if he was flattering.
Yu said dissatisfiedly: You asked me to mention him less, okay? He looked at Qingxiao who hugged him tightly, and sweetness gradually emerged from the bottom of his heart, and couldn't help but say softly: Qingxiao... you idiot!
Since he was a child, he was afraid of water for a special time, and he was thrown into the sea.
The surging sea water suddenly surged from all directions, flooding his head with chaos, and there was no place to leverage his strength. The more he struggled, the deeper the deeper the colder the sea water kept pouring into his mouth and nose. The powerful water pressure stimulated his eardrums to hurt, and he could only hear a vague buzzing sound.
He could not see anything or touch anything. He was the only one left in the world, struggling desperately in the evil and cold sea water.
At that moment, he clearly felt his own fragility and helplessness and fear of the unknown world
But since that time, he was no longer afraid of water. It seemed that after embracing death at such a close distance, death became more friendly and familiar. He even fell in love with the feeling of drowning.
So he often slowly sank his body into the water when taking a bath, allowing the warm water to spread across his neck to his mouth and nose bit by bit. Finally, the water flowing above his head had a strange buoyancy, lifting his body upwards and relaxing his limbs, relaxing his spirit, and letting all worries and worries melt into the soft waves of water, like falling leaves, taking away the body and the body and mind. He is completely open, embracing the world, and embracing the void.
The great liberation obtained after abandoning everything is incredibly sweet, as if floating in the clouds, wandering in the kingdom of heaven
So on this silent night, Yu dived into the water again and again, holding his breath, like a fish in the deep sea, quietly lurking at the bottom of the sea without thinking and without any worries, just quietly feeling his heartbeat, still exists in this lonely world
He finally killed the man with his own hands, and the bloody snake flowed down his wrist like a bloody snake. The blood marks that streaked across his skin were so shaking
He saw that the man's pale and delicate face was twisted violently due to pain, like the reflection of the moon in the river of dark night. It was stirred by the child's hands and it was broken and could no longer be tied up.
He saw the dying man struggling in a pool of blood and tried to reach out to grab him. He was so scared that he threw down his knife and ran away. When he crossed the iron gate, his heart almost jumped out of his chest...
Everything is so real
But now I think I'm dreaming
It's only a few hours, those thrilling moments have become so far away, like bubbles that have spit out, and they have turned into nothingness after a moment.
The weapon has been thrown away, the earbuds block the sound, the blood will eventually cool down, and all traces will be cleaned by water
But that's all
There is no relief and ecstasy after revenge, nor the fear and anxiety after killing, just... emptiness
He should hate him not that person. He would not fall into such a miserable situation. Qingxiao would not be desperate. That person forced them to pull them into the darkness, forcing their eyes to get used to the darkness. After a long time, they could no longer adapt to the sunshine.
So he hated him and was afraid of him. No matter what the reason was, he should, surely, must have killed him.
But I hated for so long and feared for so long. Once the big rock in my chest was removed, my heart would be empty.
Maybe he hated too hard, but once the matter was over, he felt confused, as if all his strength had been used up.
The oxygen gradually lacked, and there was a nearly suffocating pleasure that suddenly poked out of the water, bringing out a large splash of water, and the night was dark, and the cool air surrounded him, and his naked skin trembled.
Yu Mo stood up, naked, walked to the mirror with a layer of hazy water vapor condensed on the mirror. Yu wiped it clean with his hands without hesitation. The coldness in the tentacles invaded people, as if he could cut his fingers.
Since he was rescued, he has never dared to look in the mirror. The mirror has a sharp reality, which makes people feel embarrassed and unavoidable.
But tonight, he suddenly wanted to see clearly what he had become
*****************
********************
The young man in the mirror has a clean and innocent naked body. After a year of rehabilitation, his hands and feet have become much stronger. The contours are clearer and the chaotic and soft lines are brutally erased under his strong will. They re-carved the handsome and steep hair belonging to the young man, cut short, with cold and indifferent eyes and thin and slender body, which seems to be no different from the Harvard student many years ago.
Even the collar on the neck that I thought would exist forever became very weak. After many plastic surgery, I couldn't tell it if I didn't pay attention.
He stood in front of the mirror in a well-dressed manner and looked around. He was satisfied. He felt that he would not be able to see the flaws in the crowd, but he never dared to look directly at himself without any slightest look.
The mirror will reflect his humble past. He once again and again, masturbated in front of the mirror under the command of the teacher. He was used. He was trained and remembered clearly. In the past three years, how he has tried his best to exert a smile on the teacher's face, doing all kinds of shameful and humble things. In order to let a man touch his fingers, he was like a dog around the man, striking his head and posing.
Every time he thought of this, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to die that slave who was still ashamed of being naked, and even used his shackles and imprints as his own. Could it be someone else's Ah!
Finally, the person who brought him infinite humiliation was dead and killed by him with his own hands. He could no longer make any mistakes.
So late in the night, he regained his strength and stared at his naked body calmly, including his lower body, which was impossible to grow hair and his downed sexual organs.
There was a scar on his chest and abdomen, which was the traces left by bone grafting and skin grafting. His hand slowly went down and stroked his buttocks. There was also a sunflower. There was too much plastic surgery. He had done it, which made him feel scared, but in the end he still left.
What is the need to apply it completely? Remove the breast ring and the perforated finger bones, but the hands are still impossible to recover as soon as the first time
Those three years of experience of sex slaves really happened to him. It was impossible to erase the traces of pain and depravity, record them one by one in the mirror, and reappear in front of him.
Now he can accept this
He looked at himself with a doctor's eyes like a patient. The water vapor in the bathroom was filled with mist, and the mirror was blurred again. The originally sharp and clear outline was softly faded by the water vapor, blurring the shape again. The cold and reserved Sumiya Sumiya disappeared. The body of the shemale in the mirror and the pale body formed by long-term escape from the sunlight were approaching and enlarging.
That skin is obviously too white and delicate for men. Perhaps it has been soaked in hot water for a long time. The pink mirror that is hazy by water vapor is reflected, and it is almost transparent, just like a light that emits light from the frosted glass cover.
Yu stared at the figure in the mirror. His weakness, his loneliness, his fear, his shame, and his broken soul... were reflected in a tiny detail. Instead, the body that should have been real seemed to be completely empty.
The body, softened by the water mist on the mirror, was too light and thin, giving people a very unreal feeling, as if a illusion cast by a floating curtain on the mirror
But life... life should not be like this. Life should be a heavier and more severe thing, not as light and illusory as water mist, sun shadows, or butterflies' wings
Life is downward, closer to the soil, not the sky
Yu took a step forward, wiped away the water marks on the mirror, and smiled silently at the figure that gradually became clear inside. When he did this, he did not expect that the Wanmaki Ninja, many years ago, had once pondered his destiny in the mirror in such a quiet and deserted night.
********************
When Kiyoko walked into the living room, he saw Yu sitting on the windowsill wearing a bathrobe. The dark night outlined his handsome and desolate outline. He held a glass of red liquid in his hand and looked at the sky in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
Qingxiao was a little nervous, her lips were dry, and she walked over and said: I'm a little thirsty, can you give me some drinks?
Yu turned his head and looked at him, handed the cup in his hand to him, Kiyoko and tasted it, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: You are drinking Ah, I thought you were drinking!
Yu Yixiao, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth: Why? Do you think I can't stand this stimulation?
Qingxiao looked at him and couldn't help but say: To be honest, I didn't expect you to be like this...
He raised his legs and sat on the windowsill, put his hand on Yu's shoulder, and said: I have thought about many situations. Maybe you will take revenge on him and whip him, maybe, maybe...
Yu said lightly: Maybe I will kneel at his feet and call him the master.
Qingxiao scratched her head awkwardly and said: I don’t mean that… Well, I mean, if this really happens, it’s not difficult to understand…
He looked at Yu intently, with a strange expression and said: I didn't expect you to do what you said. After saying that, he started to kill him. He had been worried, thinking that if you didn't come out in 45 minutes, I would go in and take a look, but you came out in less than half an hour, and you were covered in blood...
Yu Yixiao, without saying a word, took the cup from his hand, drank the remaining juice in one go, put the cup on the coffee table, and said inadvertently: Is that man dead? Is he dead?
Qingxiao's body stiffened and did not answer immediately
Yu noticed something was wrong and immediately turned around to look at him, his eyes were calm and cold, and he suddenly turned around his face.
Under those eyes, Qingxiao couldn't even lie. She smiled bitterly and said: He is dead...
Yu stood up and stared at him coldly. Qingxiao let out a long breath and said unwillingly: He said, he committed suicide.
Yu was slightly shocked, and his eyes showed his inquiry.
Qingxiao was silent for a moment and whispered: The fatal wound was stabbed on the carotid artery, I think it was him who stabbed it himself.
Yu's expression changed drastically, he snorted, walked a few steps in the living room, and suddenly punched the wall, and said hatefully: What does he mean? Do you think I am not worthy of killing him? You will die at your own hands! This... this bastard!
In anger, he swept all the stack of newspapers on the table to the floor. He was still angry and held the edge of the table with hatred, and couldn't help but breathe
Qingxiao looked at his back pitifully. After a while, he walked over silently and picked up the newspaper neatly, holding his shoulders. He felt that Yu was trembling slightly, obviously very excited.
Qingxiao leaned his head over and rubbed Yu's shoulder with a rough jaw with some stubble. He calmed down slightly and whispered: Actually, I think it's best if this ending is not bad. However, you don't have to take someone's life on your hands.
Yu pushed him away and glared at him: What do you mean?
Qingxiao sighed and said: I have killed someone, and I know that the feeling of killing people is not good. I am afraid that you will regret it in the future, but I can't stop you... Isn't it very good now? The trouble is solved, and you have taken revenge...
Yu shouted: What is this called revenge? That bastard, every word he said hit my heart and made me feel extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't take what I said seriously at all! I wanted to kill him, but I always wanted to kill him... But in the end he died at his own hands! How could you let me go?
He walked around the room angrily, like a beast trapped in prison, his pale face slightly blushed, and he murmured: He looks down on me, Qingxiao! He thinks I am still the slave kneeling at his feet! This bastard!
Kiyoko could no longer hold it back and hugged him. Before he could react, a quick and scorching kiss fell on his lips, blocking all the words that had not been said yet.
The kiss was so fierce and passionate, full of aggressiveness, indicating the master's strong and domineering possessiveness, Qingxiao tossed and sucked on Yu's lips without hesitation, almost suffocating. Finally, he bit his lower lip with warning teeth, and then reluctantly let him go and whispered: Okay, don't say that person is dead, the matter is over, don't think of him anymore, now you should focus all your attention on me! It's me that I want to spend my whole life with you, not him!
There was still a subtle and sharp pain left by the other person's teeth on his lips. Yu said in a daze: Qingxiao...
Qingxiao sighed, looked at him with a very complicated and trance, and said softly: No matter what you think, murder is a crime, I am very happy that you didn't do this.
He paused and said with some difficulty: If...if that person had this idea, he had done a good thing
Yu had already calmed down, but couldn't help but snorted coldly and said: Will he be so kind?
Qingxiao looked at his hand, was silent for a long time, and slowly said: He left a line of words and said sorry, but he did not regret it.
Sorry, but I don't regret it... Yu murmured, a smile appeared on his lips, and the sarcasm was expanding, and the sarcasm was getting stronger and stronger. The corners of his eyes were raised upwards, with indescribable charm and charm: So you think, is this his true remorse?
Qingxiao was a little dazed and said: That... I just feel obliged to convey the information he left to you in full...
Yu silently sat on the table for a moment, raised his legs and said leisurely: Well, he said sorry, it's great that he can still say sorry after he took away my career, wealth, and dignity.
Although he tried his best to suppress his emotions, it still caused a slight turmoil: ...If he really felt hurting me, he should stop immediately, instead of saying good to me while cutting off my fingers. If he really felt sorry for me, he should return what I lost to me, instead of continuing to imprison me by his side and be his dog. If you hadn't saved me, he would have just kept going like this, can you still hope to hear his apologies?
He was a little excited and had to stop and calm his mind before continuing: Apology is expressed by practical actions. It is not dusting the body after killing someone. Do you understand, Qingxiao! That guy, he doesn't have the courage to change it at all! So what's the use of a light apology now?
He gasped and stared at Qingxiao straight, his voice clear and restrained: Qingxiao, you will speak for him, I am very disappointed! You should know me better!
Qingxiao looked at him quietly, his eyes gradually changed from pity to appreciation, he smiled slowly, his eyes as gentle as water: I am so happy to hear you say this, Xiaoyu, do you know? For a while, I was always jealous of the relationship between you and him...
Yu Bukuo laughed: What's the relationship between me and him? Qingxiao, are you crazy?
Qingxiao blushed and said: You don’t mention him very much, how do I know what you think? No matter what, you have been together for three years, and...
Seeing that Yu's face changed again, he made a grimace and surrendered, hugged Yu in the waist, rubbed Yu's head as if he was flattering.
Yu said dissatisfiedly: You asked me to mention him less, okay? He looked at Qingxiao who hugged him tightly, and sweetness gradually emerged from the bottom of his heart, and couldn't help but say softly: Qingxiao... you idiot!
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