#1358 Reality (8)

When he said this, his body trembled for a moment, but it was quickly suppressed.

His black hair covered his eyes, he couldn't see his face, only his voice was very soft, but with real guilt.

"I didn't control myself, not next time."

He let himself get out of control.

Without the usual precise calculations, reason cannot function.

He was actually seduced by the dark and terrifying attachments in his heart.

Just want to keep her.

But she forgot that she might need to run away by her soul...to survive.

Everything is speculation, Ye Yuxuan is actually not sure if she really needs his love to live.

It is also uncertain whether she will hurt her after locking her soul.

But what if it was?

Even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, she will not be able to live because she cannot escape her soul.

Nor should he take risks, nor should he.

In the depths of Ye Yuxuan's throat, there was a choking feeling of the rest of his life.

This was the first time that he had been manipulated by emotions to such a degree.

Love is accompanied by resentment, and resentment is mixed with paranoid possessiveness.

When he was on the plane, he was actually out of control, but at that time he didn't realize it.

Ye Yuxuan suddenly noticed her back, and her hand patted his back.

Then her puzzled voice sounded, "Ye Yuxuan, what's wrong with you?"

How the sky is falling.

Ye Yuxuan was silent for a few seconds before he said in a muffled voice, "It's okay, it's like hugging you."

Hug again.

Because I don't know when she will leave again.

Just like in a dream, she left too many times, and he was actually... very painful.

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"Master's Little Demon Girl" follow-up:

Xue Wuhen saw the roses blooming again outside the window.

The coquettish colors made him dazed for a moment, thinking that he saw her smilingly leaning against the window again, calling him master carelessly.

No respect at all.

On the contrary, it hooks people's softness.

It was so tight that it sounded like a bell on her ankle.

Today is the third month of her death.

She lay in the ice coffin, her body was not decomposed, but she did not wake up either.

She is not really a monster, this time she is really dead.

There is no miracle of resurrection, and there is no holy woman's evil method in the demon sect that can bring a person back to life.

So he still didn't know what method she used when she was resurrected for the first time.

Or maybe he knew that Bai Weiwei at that time might just have suspended animation, so he came back to life.

And this time, she really died and could never live again.

Xue Wuhen raised her wrist, and the meridian wound on her wrist still existed.

The meridians of his limbs are broken, even if he breaks through the last difficulty of this martial arts, when the meridians are broken, the martial arts are still terrifyingly high.

But a wound is a wound.

Broken meridians cannot be healed perfectly again, leaving indelible scars.

Love and hate to the extreme, and kill the person he loves with his own hands.

Xue Wuhen sat quietly in the chair, staring blankly at the world outside the window, with a barren calm in his eyes.

He sneered softly, "Bai Weiwei, do you think that after you die, I will die for you?"

He won't, won't let her succeed again.

Saying love is her, saying no love is her.

She said that it was really her, and she said that the game was also her.

He was in her hands, and he was firmly in control.

Xue Wuhen seemed to have made up his mind, but also seemed to cover up something, he said softly to himself: "No, I won't love you anymore, I won't be controlled by you anymore, I won't hate you, and I won't be curious about whether you love you or not. Love me."