Chapter 216 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (54)

Duan Wensen's breathing became more and more rapid, his cold face turned slightly red, and his eyes were wet and blurred.

"This is a punishment, little liar..."

The restless emotions in the body seemed to be relieved, and the press replaced a more uncontrollable obsession.

It's for this person.

Wen Xien raised his head slightly, and his slender and white neck was exposed, like a swan on the verge of death, with a slightly bulging blood vessel, exuding an extra fragile beauty.

But there was no light in her eyes, it was dull, and something seemed to be slowly disappearing inside.

A tear fell from the corner of her eyes, but was licked by the boy. His kiss fell on her eyes, eyelashes, nose tips, and mouth corners...

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Ma Junying waited for Wen Xien for a day.

Watching the sun rise, it gradually sinks into the western mountain.

My heart, which had calmed down because I had made plans, gradually became irritated.

Wen Xien never came back for so long. She used to hide outside often, but only one day, and usually comes back the next day, but this time...

Wen Xien came back in a hurry and in a mess.

She was still wearing brand new and neat clothes, and there seemed to be no difference in appearance, except for her hurrying steps and a depressed look.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Ma Junying sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

Wen Xien paused when he entered the door, as if he knew what would happen next, but the answer was rejected.

Ma Junying pinched her eyebrows, but at this moment, she didn't want to say this.

"Where are you?" Ma Junying tried to make her tone less tough.

He knew that Wen Xien didn't want to see him in this house, and often hid outside and didn't come back at all times. He happened to have a chance to open the day before yesterday, so he didn't have time to pick her up.

As expected, she hid for a day. Ma Junying didn't want to force her too much, so she would occasionally make her willful.

Ma Junying walked to Wen Xien. The lights were not turned on in the living room, but the sky was not very dark, and the light in the room was also so gloomy, as if it was a sign of something bad.

Ma Junying reached out and touched her cold face. What surprised him was that Wen Xien did not push him away or avoid him.

He felt endless ecstasy in his heart, and his voice couldn't help but tremble, "Yeah, speak, don't run around again in the future, okay?"

After a long time, Wen Xien's eyes blinked, and it seemed that there was a little more vitality in front of him.

But more of it was the depression of death that gathered on her eyebrows and eyes.

She suddenly said, "Sister...I want my sister."

Wen Xien lowered his head, but what he didn't see was that Ma Junying in front of him had a gloomy face, her eyes were dark, and she was a hundred times more sinister than before.

However, she was still saying, "Sister...Sister."

Wen Xien looked down at himself, and the collar was covered with mottled purple marks. No matter how many times he washed it before he came, the disgusting aura on his body could not be washed clean.

Why?

It's so disgusting, it's so disgusting.

Now she just wants to return to Qiao Ling's arms, want to smell the fragrance on Qiao Ling's body, and miss the warmth and warm breath on Qiao Ling's body.

I was almost crazy thinking!

The man held his face up with his hands. The man's movements were really not gentle, and he even showed a sense of rudeness.

He leaned closer and said gritting his teeth, "No sister! Jon, how many times have I told you, don't mention her! Don't mention her! Why don't the fuck do you understand!"

Ma Junying, who has always been very well-educated, swears for the first time. He was so angry that he lost his mind. When he knew that Wen Xien had more than simple thoughts about Qiao Ling, he seemed to have a thorn stuck in his throat.

He couldn't vomit or swallow it. This thorn often made him crazy, causing him to cut his throat severely and then remove the thorn inside.

Wen Xien pulled the corner of his mouth, but the curve did not look like a smile, but instead it looked like the curve of a puppet being pulled out by a rope.

"You... are disgusting."

Wen Xien is not normal, but Ma Junying's appearance is not much better. If this continues, both of them will have a hard time.

Ma Junying pulled back his only remaining reason and let her go with her control hands. He felt that they all had to calm down.

When he followed Wen Xien and passed by, he still couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart, "Yeah, Qiao Ling loves me, don't be stupid anymore."

He finished speaking and walked out the door.

The sound of the heavy door being closed echoed in the living room.

Wen Xien was still standing there blankly. This action never changed since he entered the door.

Since childhood, only Qiao Ling has been by her side.

Qiao Ling always gave her the best things and dedicated her most gentle emotions to her.

Before she knew it, Qiao Ling had become a part of her life and was inseparable.

But in fact, such emotions are not love, but something heavier than love.

She is everything to her.

Only by absorbing Qiao Ling's strength can she survive.

The world is dirty, others are dirty, including Wen Xien himself...is also so disgusting.

But if Qiao Ling is always by her side, then it doesn’t matter. Everything doesn’t matter, as long as Qiao Ling can always be by her side.

The premise is that Qiao Ling will leave her behind.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!