I really don't love you anymore [Entertainment]

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The lights above his head were too dazzling, and when everything was laid bare in front of him, Song Limo felt relieved.

If one day Qu Yiling would know everything, why not now?

Song Limo sat beside the bed, playing with the gun in his hand, the light was too bright, and there was no way to hide.

She is such a dirty person.

Qu Yiling stood beside her, the two of them sat and stood, Qu Yiling looked down at Song Limo, stared at her with a pair of dark eyes, too many emotions were entangled together, but apart from saying "Long time no see" I can't say anything, and I don't even know where to start asking.

So I can only ask from the most superficial.

Qu Yiling opened her mouth: "Why did you kill those people?"

This is bound to be a confrontation.

Song Li looked at her with a half smile but didn't speak, Qu Yiling was startled.

Since she was 16 years old, she has been silent and restrained in front of her, powerful but elegant, she is so perfect, as if there is no human emotion at all, she once said this jokingly, but the song It was only at this time that Yiling realized that it was not that Song Limo didn't know emotions, but that she had acted for too long. In order to act more decently, she simply acted as the best herself.

What the real Song Limo looks like, she may never have understood.

Song Limo still looked at her with that half-smile, his voice was low and hoarse: "Do you know how many people I have killed?"

Qu Yiling unconsciously took a step back.

She had never seen Song Limo like this before.

Like the cruelest devil, with a bit of cynical scorn, but every word, every word, every laugh of her is poison/drug, which can kill people.

She is so dangerous and full of fatal attraction.

Song Limo didn't seem to notice her retreat, she lightly squeezed the trigger of the pistol with her finger: "I can't even count myself."

"From the first time I touched a gun at the age of eight to now, I really can't remember."

Qu Yiling's lips trembled, and her face became paler and paler. She looked at the person sitting in front of her in shock, as if she was looking at a stranger.

Shock, suspicion, anger, hatred, and sadness were all entangled in the end. Her fingers were trembling, and she still asked endlessly, "Why did you kill them?"

Qu Yiling's expression was so sad that it almost made it impossible for Song Limo to continue acting.

Song Limo smiled indifferently: "There is no reason, someone asked me to kill them, so I did, it's just the goal of the mission."

Qu Yiling suddenly grabbed her hand holding the gun.

Song Limo was taken aback, her hand that was used to holding a gun was covered with rough and thick calluses, while Qu Yiling's hand holding her was soft and warm, Qu Yiling's fingertips were trembling, and her face was pale. Pale as paper, with no blood on her lips, she stared at her with her eyes, but her eyes were already filled with tears, and when she flapped her fan, the tears rolled down.

With a slap, it landed on the backs of their intersecting hands.

Qu Yiling grabbed her hand holding the gun and lifted it up. She stared at her without blinking. Even though tears had already blurred her vision, she still stubbornly refused to move her sight. Song Limo held her hand. As soon as the gun was freed, he found that his hand was firmly grasped by Qu Yiling, and only then did he feel the pain on the back of his hand.

She grabbed her finger too hard, almost pinched into the flesh of the back of Song Limo's hand, and was about to bleed.

Qu Yiling grabbed her hand, pointed the gun at herself, she burst into tears, but laughed out loud: "Then am I also one of your targets?"

"Song Limo, why don't you just kill me too?"

That expression made Song Limo almost collapse, but the play still had to go on, her body was out of control, like her soul floating in mid-air, watching all this farce, her spirit was numb and split, she Like a bystander, standing aside and watching her continue slowly and heavily with a sneer.

Her soul shattered into powder in an instant.

Song Limo numbly and forcefully turned her hand in one direction, turned the muzzle of the gun to herself, and with two clever movements of her fingertips, she broke free from Qu Yiling's palm, and the back of her hand was pinched out. There were a few bloodstains, but she didn't feel it at all. She held Qu Yiling's hand with her backhand, and pressed Qu Yiling's finger firmly on the trigger.

She didn't even think about it, she moved her finger lightly, pressed Qu Yiling's finger, Song Limo looked into her eyes, and let Qu Yiling shoot at herself.

There was a "bang", even if it was a silenced pistol/gun, that sound was still inevitable, Qu Yiling's whole body shook violently, her fingers drooped down, unable to hold the gun anymore, the sound of metal hitting the floor It was too heavy, and the gun fell to the ground, and no one picked it up again.

The shot brushed against Song Limo's neck, and the blood flowed down her white neck, twisting and turning, but it stained the white bed sheet red within a moment.

Song Limo covered her neck with one hand, and Qu Yiling was frightened by the gushing blood at that moment, she rushed to cover the wound on her neck with her coat, the blood seemed to flow forever Not all.

Her coat was completely red, but it still couldn't be wiped clean. Qu Yiling was flustered and at a loss. When had she seen so much blood? Even Song Limo killed someone in front of her, and she was never so afraid and terrified. Almost everyone cried into a tearful person, the tears couldn't be stopped at all, and they kept crying, and when they reached out to wipe the tears, they wiped blood all over their face, but she couldn't control this anymore, her voice was hoarse, He kept murmuring, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Song Limo was terribly calm, she didn't look injured at all, she held Qu Yiling's hand that had been pressing her wound, as if the wound was innocuous at all.

Song Limo stretched out his hand, hugged Qu Yiling into his arms, and took a deep breath.

How much she wanted to kiss her, but in the end she only landed a light kiss on her hair.

The taste of blood, mixed with the sourness of tears, and the unique fragrance of her body.

Pain is always the best sobriety.

Song Limo's dark blue eyes stared at the hair on the top of her head without blinking, while Qu Yiling was still trembling all over, almost curling herself up into a ball to find a little sense of security for herself.

Song Limo stroked her hair and said in a low voice, "After this shot, you can treat me as dead."

Qu Yiling struggled violently in her arms, but was firmly held down by Song Limo.

She is now terribly calm, and the feeling that she was about to split her soul just now slowly fades away, followed by a piece of calm.

She knew exactly what she was going to do next.

"When I was 16 years old, I approached you because of a mission, and it was out of good intentions."

"I am a filthy person, and my hands have been stained with the blood of countless people."

"I shouldn't be in your world, so—"

"Just treat me as dead."

Just treat me as dead.

She hugged her for a long time, and when Song Limo let go of Qu Yiling, Qu Yiling no longer struggled, and she fell asleep.

Song Limo applied a little powder on his fingers, and if he inhaled a certain amount, he would fall asleep.

There were wet tears beside Qu Yiling's closed eyes. The corners of her eyes were red and wet, and her fingers were still tightly clutching her sleeves. Song Limo slowly opened them one by one, and then Pick her up and put her on another clean bed.

This hotel has a little bit of shares in the Qu Group, and it's just a little bit of blood, but Qu Yiling handled it well.

None of this would cause Qu Yiling any trouble.

Qu Yiling's biggest trouble is obviously herself.

Song Limo looked at Qu Yiling's sleeping face, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes for her, stood up, and took one last look at her before leaving the room.

Perhaps Qu Yiling will eventually know all the truth, but not now.

I'm afraid I can't help it, and I'll tell you everything.

I'm afraid that if I say I love you, I really can't leave you.

So sorry.

The author has something to say: I guess someone is going to beat the author on the wall... The author looked at his outline and guessed that you guys still have to fight, so let's not knock yourself off the wall...