Chapter 217： Sangsang, do you want me to die?

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Rong Zhan was almost driven mad by her. He wanted to open the door and rush out regardless, but he was afraid of hurting her too hard. +++ Catino Novel Network www.novelhall.com

Sang Xia felt the violent ups and downs in his (chest xiong) and felt his mood swings. Her eyes flickered, but her expression (color) was still light. She asked, "Rong Zhan, what are you afraid of."

"No, I didn't." He didn't, no.

Rong Zhan dodges his eyes, defending.

"No, you have."

Sang Xia fixedly looked at him.

Rong Zhan was about to push him away from the block in front of her, but Sang Xia's firm and low voice began to come, and it hit his heart deeply.

"You are scared, Rong Zhan, if you are scared, I will say you right?"

"Fear that I will blame you like everyone else. I am afraid that I will complain and blame in front of you because of Bo Yi. I am afraid of seeing me in front of you because of Bo Yi and burst into tears. Are you still scared, afraid... "

"No, don't say it! You shut up for Lao Tzu! Sang Xia! You disappeared in front of Lao Tzu!" His eyes suddenly turned red and roared like a beast.

Go crazy to open the door and want to grab the door and get out.

Sang Xia blocked the door, looked up at him going mad, and continued, "You are still afraid, afraid that I will leave you, right!?"

Rong Zhan's body was stiff, his narrow Danfeng eyes were covered with red blood, evil, crazy, but so helpless.

He staggered, lowered his head and the corners of the sharp lips showed a cool and ironic smile, he sneered at the beginning, "What are you, you are just a woman, the most **** thing I don't want is--"

"Go on!?"

She poked at him, her brows sullen, her hand clinging to his arm, she didn't want to evade.

"Say it, you have the ability to say it again!"

Rong Zhan's face (color) was pale, and she could not speak, but this was not the key, the key was that he couldn't help it anymore, his heart was full of (strong qiang) intense soreness and pain, he felt lonely , His despair, the tense string in his mind seemed to be about to lose tension, and his shoulders were trembling.

Fingertips are also shaking.

He didn't want to be ashamed in front of her, he didn't want her to see his most vulnerable, most helpless and useless appearance.

This is not him.

"Well, if you say so, then I will go."

She said that she had to turn around and open the door to leave, but just as she turned around, she was suddenly hugged from the back door, and (强qiang) was tightly locked in her arms.

Sang Xia twisted Xia's body and struggled, "Let go! Didn't you say..."

Before she could finish her words, the hot and humid wet the hair on the fossa of her neck, the hot and humid temperature, and the sense of touch made Sang Xia freeze instantly, and her words were so stuck.

I got stuck in my throat and couldn't say anything.

He was buried in her neck, holding her tightly with his hands, a man so big, his straight back bends down at this moment, as if he finally compromised and gave up.

His shoulders quivered, and all the pain he suppressed was given to the person he didn't want to give.

To her.

He is like a survivor drifting in the sea, and she is his driftwood.

She is the sustenance and support of his soul.

"...Rong Zhan." Sang Xia called out softly, covering his hand on her waist, which was tightly clutching her.

He was still shaking, showing no sign of letting go.

Sang Xia sighed softly, "Do you want me to go."

Do you want me to go.

For a long time, just when Sang Xia thought Rong Zhan would not answer, his voice came hoarse: "Do you want Lao Tzu to die?"