exclusive marriage

Chapter 59

Ji Qiancheng... The wound in Jiang Xiachu's heart has already festered, and Zuocheng doesn't need to be repaired.

Her silent eyes were no longer as cold as ice, they were so scorching hot, bit by bit, piercing into his heart, burning all his self-control and reason, holding her shoulder, wishing to crush it: "Really I can't forget? Really want to remember him?" Forever? He gave you five years, how long do you want to pay him back, isn't it enough for so many years?"

You can not love me, you can hate me, you can do whatever you want, but you can't love others... I will die, and you will die too.

So I can't let go, I can't... He hugged her hard, wanting to rub her into his bones, into his blood.

Jiang Xiachu didn't struggle, let Zuocheng shackled like a puppet, raised his head and smiled at Zuocheng with a creepy smile: "What about you, isn't it enough? I want to be like this for the rest of my life, but I don't want to accompany you."

Tighten the strength in her hand, leaning against her ear, every word is stern: "I will not stop, you don't want to stop either."

"Zuocheng, aren't you tired?" There was a cold light in her eyes that made people shudder, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, she asked quietly, "I wish you could die, you know, if there is such a day, I will not hesitate .”

If she can, if she can, if there is no way out, she will never hesitate, never!

Thoughts that even she herself felt were horrifying, firmly entrenched in her heart, and at some point, they grew silently and flooded at a speed she couldn't control.

If possible, every early summer, when the poppies bloom and fail, even if he is no longer, even if his hands are stained with blood...

Crazy, Jiang Xiachu is crazy...

Zuo Cheng also went crazy, he just sneered, his black eyes dimmed: "Alright, if it's you, you can do whatever you want."

If she wanted it, if she wanted it, as long as he had it, as long as he could give it, he would be willing, even if it was his life.

Jiang Xiachu was stunned, raised his head, his eyes were out of focus: "Do you really want to make me like you? Insensitive? Killing like a numb?"

No, she can degenerate, decadent, and even die, but she can't be like him.The corners of her lips were pursed bright red, and the hands hanging on both sides were raised and pushed away fiercely.

As thin as she is, she can only spare no effort if she meets Zuo Cheng. The distance between them is beyond reach.

She said she would cherish those most beautiful hands, but they made them so pale, as if they were getting old, dying, unable to hang down.

No longer dominating me, letting go of unruliness, only helpless, powerless, and helpless, he shook his head: "Xia Chu, don't force me, I have nothing to do."

He was reluctant, not to himself, but to her, how could he have the heart to let her get her hands dirty, it shouldn't be.

"So before that, isn't Molu good? I don't want to become like you Zuocheng one day."

He kills people like hemp, with poison all over his body, he is a poppy, if he is infected, he will die badly.

How can she be like him?how can

If not, it would be fine; even if it is not possible, it would be fine if there is no hatred or love; no matter how bad it is, it would be fine if you can meet strangers.Isn't this regression enough?
With a resolute smile on his lips, like a blood-stained poppy, wanton demon rule, he asked word by word: "Molu? I can't do it, can you do it? Jiang Xiachu, just like you can't help but hate me, I can't help but love you. How can we be strangers like this? How can we be strangers? Tell me, tell me."

Zuocheng has been lying on ice for a long time, with a hard appearance, but I don't know how hysterical it is after the cold.

It's just that Jiang Xiachu turned a blind eye to it. Compared to the coldness, how could Zuocheng, which has been in the millennium, compare to Jiang Xiachu? How much did I owe you in my previous life, how much interest was there, and how much was paid back yesterday and today."

What kind of debts did they owe in the previous life to torture each other like this in this life.She didn't believe in past and present lives, but apart from such absurd retrospectives, she really couldn't find an explanation.

Maybe, there really was a previous life; maybe, there was a previous life to pay back debts in this life; maybe in this life, Jiang Xiachu came to repay Zuocheng’s debt... It’s ridiculous, when you meet Zuocheng, everything becomes ridiculous, Jiang Xiachu Getting used to it.

He also laughed, no matter how cold it was, it couldn't be as cold as Jiang Xiachu, just because facing Jiang Xiachu, Zuo Cheng's heart would always be pierced by a knife, only pain: "I don't believe in my previous life."

If there is a previous life, then the one who owes the debt must be myself...

She turned a deaf ear, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, drooping, as if she was talking to herself: "There must be too many, or I can't figure it out after so many years."

Today, yesterday, five years ago, six years ago, 11 years ago, it was all paying off debts, it was all...

She thinks so, the meeting he was grateful for, she just regards it as a debt.The corners of his lips were pursed into a white line, even the broken sun could not warm the icy starlight in his eyes a little bit, and he was as silent as a piece of dead wood.I couldn't help laughing at myself: "It's like this every time, why don't you want to see me?"

"You know." She sneered without retorting.

"Just pretend I don't know."

"Zuo Cheng, I can't beat you in the end, and I'm the one who compromised again." After the words fell, Wugou's elegant face turned gray, and she turned around.It hurts so much, where does it hurt?At first it was the head, but now it seems to be gone, I can't tell the difference.

Today's debt is enough, and she can't pay it off.

Zuo Cheng also turned around, unwilling to see her resolute back.He put her on the tip of his heart, but she charged with the blade wantonly, and the pain was overwhelming.The white fingers were pale like layers of paper, no matter how beautiful the hand was, it was just a dead object with no temperature, which was very dazzling.

After a long time, he finally turned his head, and he couldn't even find Jiang Xiachu's shadow. His handsome face was like an ink painting that had been dusty for thousands of years, dim and old.He was tired, and his voice was weak: "I'm afraid that once I compromise, I won't be able to catch you anymore."

Therefore, no matter how much she struggled, he dared not let go.

Breathing very lightly, in such dead silence, he could realize that he was still alive, why he was still alive, and if he died, would she be happy?

It's just that he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of hell without her.

At the door, Uncle Jin stood there in a daze for a long time, his young master meeting Jiang Xiachu was more unfortunate than lucky.

If Jiang Xiachu hadn't appeared in the winter 11 years ago, the young master might have lived indifferently, but at least no one could hurt him at all.

Uncle Jin couldn't bear it, and called out distressedly: "Master." He hesitated to speak, "Miss Xia Chu—"

He raised his black eyes slightly, his shadowy eyes were as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, he slightly parted his lips, covering up all his loss, he was still the cold and deep him: "Information."

Slightly hesitant, with the information in his hand on the ground, Uncle Jin frowned, fearing that a storm is coming.

The porcelain-clear fingers have distinct knuckles, and they look even paler as they brush against the black leather cover.He said nothing, his cool eyes turned slightly, getting colder and darker.

(End of this chapter)