Beast Concubine Night Crazy: The Untamable Female Slave

"She is beautiful, more beautiful than all the girls in this world. Her light is like the moon. Although the stars are shining, she is the only one!"

"She believes in me very much. She can give me all the things that are untouchable in our eyes. She treats me as her right-hand man, trusts me, promotes me, and makes me a superior person, even those who are called Hu Fengtian. Che Huanyu's royal disciples also had to look at me with admiration, but I fell into a mad love for her!"

"I have already abandoned my grandma-grandmother's original intention of educating me. I actually want to get her. For her, I have worked so hard. However, there are too many amazing people around me. My No talent at all!"

"But she still trusts me as always, and I'm still the person with the highest status under her. I once thought she was in love with me..."

"Hehe, how ridiculously self-righteous, how stupidly infatuated, it turns out that she already has her own heart, and she has already fallen into a famous family. It is ridiculous that I am being self-righteous, but it is a pity that I am self-righteous... "

"Until now, I know how wise my grandma's education was. You can be worthless, but you can't forget your roots! It's my extravagant expectation. She has given me status and rights, but I forget about it. Damn me, shameless pariah!"

Ye Lin's voice became heavier and heavier each time, the silent love that flew down like spring rain, scattered all over the world like spring rain, without collecting any clouds.

After hearing the heavy feelings, Mo Qing didn't say a word, and gently moved in front of Ye Lin, like a big sister, hugged Ye Lin, and gently rubbed her into her arms .

"Woooo..." At first, there was only a soft sob, and then, she burst into tears.

That kind of emotional catharsis, in Ye Lin's heart, flowed down three thousand feet like an opening.

As a bystander, Mo Qing knew that there was no right or wrong in the relationship between Yelin and the two of them.

Yelin was not wrong, and she was not wrong. What was wrong was just the kind of unidentified love that was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

That thing called passion germinates unconsciously, grows in ignorance, breaks in bewilderment, and dims in ignorance.

Mo Qing has never experienced feelings, but she understands Yelin's pain, and she doesn't know how to comfort him, so she can only hug him tightly and give him a little warmth in her own unique way, so that his wounded heart can be healed. Unbridled catharsis.

The two people who fought to the death half an hour ago were hugging each other, crying and crying.

It seems that there is an invisible big hand, manipulating the impermanence of the two people's fate.

Yelin had never cried like this before, never, even when grandma passed away, he just sobbed a few times.

Now, he had no image, and burst into tears without hesitation, as if the big sister who held him in her arms had some magical power, which could dissolve his grief.

After crying for a long time, Ye Lin slowly calmed down.

Many times, many feelings start with the sound of heartache, and end with bursts of crying.

Crying out is the holy medicine for healing.