Sorry, I can't love you

Xia Liang bit her lips. The man's generous palm nailed her hands tightly to the bed and couldn't move.

With the tearing pain from the lower body, tears burst out

After a good fight.

When Tang Mo was sitting by the bed, his slender fingers were holding cigarettes. The light of the fire flickered in the dim light. He closed his eyes and took a sip, and then slowly spit out a smoke ring.

Lazy with a bit of depression.

The smell of nicotine filled the air.

Xia Liang frowned. She lay with her back to Tang Mo, tears still wet on her pale face.

The man did not have the slightest pity. Her white body was green and red after a fierce battle, and the bruises on her wrists were even more shocking.

The girl stared at the pouring rain outside the window with empty eyes. The big raindrops hit the window hard, and even hit her heart, causing her to shiver.

Tang Mo's long slanting eyes blinked. He took a look at the girl's thin back.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the dark room was illuminated in an instant.

He clearly saw the girl's fingers clutching the sheet tightly and her shoulders shaking gently.

But he was determined.

Thin lips opened, and he gave a cold warning: "don't forget that you have to pay for Xia Bing's debts. If I find you going out alone with Ye Lin again..." the man paused, his pupils emitted a cold light, and continued to give a cold warning: "I will make everyone feel bad!"

When Tang Mo finished, he put out the cigarette in his hand and left her alone.

Xia Liang didn't move. He just kept his position and lay in bed. The rain outside the window didn't mean to reduce at all. There was a pain all over his body.

I don't know how long I lay, until the rain outside the window gradually weakened, and the people in bed dragged their scarred bodies into the bathroom.

In the mirror, new wounds and old wounds are printed, both embarrassed and ridiculous.

Xia Liang sat in the bathtub, rubbing the scars on his body, reflecting the scene seven years ago and everything just in his mind.

The dusty memory swept through her again with shame and pain, which oppressed her.

Over the past seven years, Tang Mo has become more and more indifferent and disgusted with her day by day. His words have spared no effort in satire and disdain, and only increased with the growth of time

She loved the man for seven years, but the man hated her for seven years.

"Give up, Xia Liang." She closed her eyes, murmured in a low voice, then picked up a handful of water and brushed it on her face.

The water pouring down from the shower head patted on the head, and the splash made the man awake for a few minutes.

The smell of nicotine between fingers, mixed with cold wood fragrance, filled the bathroom.

The water flowed through his neck and condensed into a huge drop of water along the rolling of his Adam's apple. It hit Tang Mo's strong chest, and then slid down his body to the ground.

The picture of the girl pulling the quilt tightly and shaking her body suddenly flashed in her mind.

The bottom of my heart suddenly tightened and smoked like out of breath.

Suddenly, Tang Mo opened his eyes.

With a gentle stroke of his broad palm, he brushed the hair covered in front of his forehead to the back of his head, and his eyebrows wrinkled gently.

How can you have this strange feeling?

For this woman

That's crazy!

Tang Mo looked down, frowned tightly, and then quickly broke the switch of the shower head in the opposite direction. The warm water gradually lost its temperature and poured down cold.

He closed his eyes and let the cold water wash down. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to normal, with bursts of cold in his eyes.

early morning.

The person on the bed blinked butterfly wing like eyelashes, a pair of bright eyes opened, and sat up in chaos from the bed.

It rained all night and finally stopped. The sun came out of the thick clouds and fell on the fluffy beige carpet through the window.

Xia Liang seemed to be in a good mood because the weather turned sunny. She walked to the window barefoot and opened the window.

The fresh air came to my nostrils, with bursts of sweet flowers.

She couldn't help sucking hard, and then saw housekeeper Cheng who was telling the gardener to cut flowers and plants in the courtyard.

Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of the bruise on my hand.

Xia Liang sighed, the fire in her eyes dimmed, and then turned out a sky blue thin shirt from the wardrobe and put it on her body.

When he went downstairs, he directly ignored the ridicule of the servant's eyes, and Xia Liang walked towards the restaurant.

"Did you sleep well last night..."

From a distance, I saw three people who got up earlier than her.

Tang Lipei is gently saying something to Ye Lin.

"Good morning, mom and dad."

She whispered and attracted the attention of three people,

"Up?"

Ye Lin smiled and turned to her and asked.

Xia Liang nodded and smiled, then found a place far away from Ye Lin and sat down.

"Young master and young lady, get up. Breakfast is almost ready."

The servant's voice sounded behind him. Xia Liang turned slightly and looked coldly at Tang mo.

For a moment, her cold hair stood up, and then she immediately lowered her head.

Early in the morning, Tang Zi dressed up delicately. It can be seen that Ye Lin spent a lot of time.

"Good morning, Dad."

Then she rushed to Ye Lin's side and shouted to him, "brother Ye Lin, good morning, too."

Then, without saying anything, he opened the chair next to Ye Lin and sat down.

Ye Lin smiled as a response to her.

"Son Qi, how sweet Ye Lin's cry is one by one. He almost ignores the master." Xia Bingqing covered her mouth and smiled.

Upon hearing this, Tang Zi turned and stared at Xia Bingqing. She smiled twice and immediately shut up.

Xia Liang was not interested in these. She lowered her head and ate the fried eggs in front of her. She just felt a cold light coming straight to her head.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Tang Mo's eyes like an ice cellar.

My heart was cold, and then I continued to bury myself in breakfast.

In addition to Tang Mo, Ye Lin's eyes always fell on Xia Liang. All the answers and questions around him responded politely like a conditioned reflex.

Xia Liang picked up a piece of bread and stretched out his hand to get the jam in front of Xia Bingqing, but inadvertently stretched his hand, his clothes shrank, and the bruises on his wrists exposed.

"Well, what's this?"

Two people's eyes fell on her wrist at the same time, and a voice sounded in her mind.

A deep cry of love.

A shrill anger.

Xia Liang seemed to notice something. He immediately took his hand back and pulled his sleeve in a panic to cover the scar.

Ye Lin was stunned and his eyebrows were tightly locked. He looked at Xia Liang, who lowered his head and said nothing, and Tang Mo, who sat opposite her.

The heart "clattered" for a while,

It seems that he still hasn't let her go