Duanfeng felt that the person under him was cold and wooden, and there was no reaction.

There was no way out of the anger and pain in his heart.

Why, why is this so indifferent to me, why is it so indifferent ?!

His stormy kiss suddenly stopped, and he bit Qinghu on his left shoulder fiercely, and he didn't let go, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

The intense pain recalled Qinghu's consciousness, and she looked at Duanfeng pressing on her, only to feel that this person was extremely unfamiliar.

Today, everyone is a devil.

They will drag her, humiliate her, and torture her.

She lifted her leg and pressed her knee against Duanfeng, a slap that had almost exhausted all her strength, and hit Duanfeng in the face.

She bit her lower lip, her mouth was fishy, her face was distorted, tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes, and her chest was throbbing so much that she couldn't breathe.

Duanfeng was stunned by a slap from Qinghu, the fire of ignorance was burning, his fist smashed the wall of the gourd, and the water of the Tianhe River swung around the gourd bed, surging away and pouring into the world.

"You don't reject him, but you want to reject me?!"

"How does your heart grow?!"

"Don't you have a heart?!"

Duanfeng shook the clear lake roughly, and his red eyes kept roaring, like an out-of-control beast.

"It's me who is too nice to you, you think it's too boring, do you want to be fresh?!"

"It's me who is too gentle to satisfy you, do you like to be rough and direct?!"

"You look at me, you answer me!"

Duanfeng grabbed Qinghu's shoulders, this girl who hurt his heart with a finger he was reluctant to add.

Why didn't she speak, no matter how much she provoked her and humiliated her, she wouldn't open her mouth to explain?!

Last time it was a handle, did you even allow him to enter the house this time?!

Next time, is she going to go with him and leave herself forever?!!

Why?

Why exactly?

How did it come to this?

Last night the little girl was still in his arms, and when he put the little girl on the bed, she still called for herself, and put her arms around her neck.

Those sweet interactions, unspoken affection, are they all fake?!

The night passed, because of a man who suddenly appeared, didn't he count?!

She clearly has me in her heart, she obviously is me, why do she still do this?!

With this in mind, Duanfeng suddenly calmed down, and calmed down from the panic that might lose the little girl, and the jealousy that she touched with others.

No matter what she did, Duanfeng believed that the person in her heart was herself.

Duanfeng held Qinghu's shoulders and wanted to hug her into his arms. For the first time, the little girl stretched out her arms to prop him away.

Duanfeng mourned in his heart, and a bad feeling came to his heart.

He gently brushed away the strands of hair that were attached to the surface of the clear lake and saw her face.

There was not the slightest anger in her face, there was nothing in her eyes, nothing in her empty eyes.

His little girl, like a doll that has been played badly, still unconsciously pushes him away and rejects him.

Duanfeng's gaze shifted to the little girl's messy clothes and bleeding shoulders, and he was shocked by his impulsiveness.

He hurriedly wrapped the little girl in a brocade quilt and carefully wiped her tears and wounds.

The snow-white skin was bitten out of two rows of deep tooth marks, and blood flowed from the front and back, which was shocking.

The pain of Duanfeng turned into the pain of Clear Lake.

Qinghu didn't feel pain anymore, she was like a real doll, let the wind fiddle.

Duanfeng stared at his little girl for a moment, she was a little fairy who was clear and jade, what happened at that time?

Why did she let him in, and if she didn't want to be close to that person, why didn't she say anything when she saw herself?

As long as she speaks out, she will not hesitate to erase the person who dares to violate her.

But they looked so intimate, as if they were the same country, and they could only watch.

The little girl's snow-white midcoat almost blinded him, making him go crazy in an instant.

"Girl," Duanfeng grabbed the little girl's hand and said softly, "Forgive me." ”