Kiss You, Sweetheart

Everything will be fine!

Demi reached out and gently turned the handle. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled a light fragrance. Just calm heart, suddenly jump.

At a distance of one meter, song Zhixin stood in front of her, looking at her coldly. Like a long thin needle, gently inserted into Demi's heart.

Very thin very thin pain!

She secretly grasped her bag, and a lot of emotions and ideas flowed into her mind quickly.

She is to leave quietly, or natural and unrestrained say hello, like an old friend.

But are they old friends?

I still remember that when she left, he stopped the car crazily. Will he so calmly forgive himself for leaving without saying goodbye six years ago?

Just say no, look at the coldness in his eyes at this time.

In that case, you don't have to say hello. Why bother yourself?

That's it, as never met, quietly leave.

These thoughts, in fact, only a few seconds, very quickly flash, finally finalized, Demi slightly drooping eyes, pretending not to know the general, want to pass.

However, when she brush with song Zhixin, her wrist is quickly caught by him, and she spins quickly. Her body is no longer her. The world has a moment of rotation, and the next second, she is captured by song Zhixin into the bathroom, and tightly imprisoned in her arms.

Back, hit the cold wall, the pain, Demi some panic looking at the man in front of this angry face.

In Song Zhixin's heart, anger is burning. He really can't figure out how this woman can be so indifferent and pretend not to know him?

Really enough, the world's most heartless woman, I'm afraid there is only one in front of it.

He didn't want to entangle with her like this, but when he looked at her so cold and calm to wipe his shoulder with him, his heart was filled with resentment in an instant.

Why, he is the only one who arouses emotion because of meeting.

She can be as indifferent as nobody.

Why!

These three words, ask song Zhixin heartache.

"Is your heart made of meat?" He asked coldly.

Demi gently fanned her eyes and swallowed. Looking at the anger in his eyes, she squeezed out three words: "sorry!"

This apology, she is always important. Now, when he comes to ask for it, she gives it.

However, these three words made song Zhixin even more angry. Is his heart, his first emotion, only worth "sorry"?

His handsome face, because of anger, and a little red, he sneered, low repeated: "good sorry, you to me, only these three words?"

Six years, so many heart eating nights, in exchange for "sorry"?

This woman is as cold as iron.

Song Zhixin slightly bit his trembling lips and breathed his breath. He covered Demi with warmth.

She saw his eyes, unbearable red, heart, suddenly tightening, like to suffocate.

She knew he was angry. She knew that it was she who had dragged her romantic life into the abyss of emotion. She knew that she let him play "heart", he played, but she withdrew.

It's all her responsibility and her fault. She doesn't escape or shirk. But apart from these three words, she did not know what else to say to him.