Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1588 I Love You (6)

If she had a choice, she would not want to hurt him like this, nor would she be willing to hurt him.

However, his love is so deep, her life is not long, this love is destined to be their doom.

Push him away, even if it is hatred, he still has a chance to live.

If you accept him, then he will definitely die for himself, no...

The day when he fell into the cliff suddenly came to mind, and a chill came from the bottom of her heart. As long as she thought of that day, she would feel so much pain that she would not want to live!

Now, the life that was finally recovered, she can't repeat the same mistakes, she must control herself, she would rather break the thread of love with a sword, only hope that he can live...

"Gong Jing...you look into my eyes..." Jian Junxi opened his eyes.

The blue pupils imply a huge bewilderment, with a strange glamorous beauty, just one look, and you will be deeply trapped, unable to extricate yourself.

Nangong Jing was swallowed up by these blue eyes uncontrollably, and all her reason was swallowed up, no matter how strong her self-control was.

Just like that, he stopped kissing her, and his deep eyes became more and more blurred.

It was as if her soul was suddenly taken away by God, and it seemed that there was something more attractive to him in her blue eyes, so she fell deeply into it unexpectedly.

Jian Junxi resisted the urge to cry, his eyes were filled with intoxicating tenderness.

Reaching out her hand to gently wipe away the tears on his face, she asked softly: "These few months, have you... how have you been?"

"No, since I woke up, I've been thinking about you, but I'm covered in injuries, and I can't go to you even if I want to. I fell asleep, and there was only you in my dream.

I want to hug you, no matter how hard I try, I just can't touch you..." Nangong Jing stared at her blue eyes and replied dully, with a sad breath all over her body.

Jian Junxi's tearful eyes were filled with distress, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat, and said hoarsely: "Gong Jing, listen to me, you are just dreaming.
Dream mirrors are easy to hallucinate, you know?You don't like me, just because you thought of me at the last moment when something happened to you.

So, if you mistakenly think that you like me, think about it again, you actually like girls. "

"No, I like you!" Nangong Jing denied her brainwashing.

This problem has been entangled in his brain for too long, and the ideological struggle is not a matter of a day or two. Whether it is a man or a woman approaching him, he feels very repelled.

And he only wanted to be close to one person, and that was the boy in his dream, especially after returning to China and seeing her, Jian Junxi, he was even more sure that he was the one he loved.

"No, Gong Jing, think about it carefully, in your memory, there must be a girl you love deeply, and you practiced martial arts together when you were young.

You once played chess with her, taught her to ride a bicycle, and you read books with her. Later, you also taught her English, and you confessed your love to her before you went abroad.
You said, in your life, you will only love her alone. For her, you are willing to be an enemy of the whole world. How can you forget her? "

As Jian Junxi spoke, crystal clear blue tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Nangong Jing looked at her in confusion, girl?Why can't he remember?But why does my heart hurt so much?

As if I really shouldn't forget that girl!
He closed his eyes and thought desperately, the more he wanted to break through the invisible obstacle in his head, the more his head hurt, and he suddenly hugged his head tightly, with a painful and hideous look on his face.

"Gong Jing..." Jian Junxi wanted to grab him, but Nan Gongjing threw her hand away like she lost control.

She was unprepared, and her strength was too weak, so she was caught off guard, and her head suddenly hit the steel plate of the elevator.

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Six is ​​a little more immobile, hey
(End of this chapter)