"Yemo, you don't force me, don't think I don't dare!" There was hatred and helplessness in Luo Yan's eyes. ◢ With * dream * small ◢.1a

How simple a divorce is, why did he force her like this!

Luo Yan's nose was pantothenic, she bit her lower lip flap hard, and bit out the blood.

"If you dare, come." He stood there, not dodging, not dodging, "You only have ten seconds." ”

He pressed step by step, "ten, nine,......"

Luo Yan closed his eyes, and his mind was in chaos.

If she's crazy, she must have been driven crazy by him.

"Five, Four......"

Suddenly, Luo Yan opened her eyes suddenly, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, she grabbed the extremely sharp fruit knife on the bed and walked towards him!

"Xiao Luo! Don't, please, don't do that! Jian Anning rushed forward and hurriedly grabbed Luo Yan's wrist.

"Let her go." Yemo ordered in a low voice towards Jian Anning.

"Night, what the hell are you doing, you know, there is nothing that Xiao Luo can't do, she will really kill you!" Jian Anning grabbed Luo Yan's wrist harder and harder.

She was really nervous, her heart aching, and she couldn't even speak clearly.

Luo Yan felt that compared to Jian Anning, she might not really love Yemo so much......

At this time, she withdrew and fulfilled them, which should be regarded as a good deed.

Luo Yan jerked his hand out of Jian Anning's hand.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her,

His face was still calm.

Luo Yan hated him for being indifferent.

He seemed to be sure that she wouldn't stab this knife, why should he have such confidence!

Luo Yan's hand holding the hilt of the knife was fierce, and at that moment, there was only disheartened despair left in her eyes.

His feelings for them were already hopeless.

Her hands were shaking.

Yemo chuckled and said, "Give you three more seconds, three ,......"

"You forced me!"

Without any hesitation, Luo Yan gritted his teeth, was ruthless in his heart, raised his hand suddenly, stabbed at Yemo's left shoulder, and stabbed through his shoulder, without the slightest nostalgia, the slightest mercy!

A piercing pain spread from the wound.

Yemo looked down slightly, looking at the source of the pain.

The knife stabbed him hard in the shoulder, and scarlet blood stained the shiny silver blade, falling to the ground little by little along the hilt.

Luo Yan's hand trembled even more, but there was no emotion on her face.

There was a touch of despair flowing in Yemo's eyes, this kind of emotion was uncommon in him, no, it should be said that it had never been before before, but now, it was clearly imprinted in his eyes, and it was not dispelled for a long time.

He raised his hand, grabbed her stiff, grabbed the wrist of the knife, and jerked it back, pulling out the knife that had been inserted into his left shoulder, and in an instant, the place was like a wine bottle that had been corked, and scarlet blood gushed out.

"Night ......" Jian Anning's voice trembled, and tears fell down, "You bear with me, I'll call a doctor, right away!" ”

Jian Anning turned around and ran out.

In the room, only Luo Yan and Yemo stood quietly opposite each other.

Luo Yan felt that she had no strength, and the knife in her hand fell down her palm and at her feet, making a crisp sound.

"What are you doing here!" Luo Yan yelled at him with red eyes, "Get out!" ”

If he doesn't go to the doctor to treat the wound, does he want his blood to drain up?