Forced to become his stand-in wife

Ling Qiu suddenly felt a stone was pressed between his chest, it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

His body was obviously submerged in warm water, but he felt that the heat in his body was disappearing bit by bit, and it became cold.

Falling into desire, Qin Muyang didn't notice any changes in the person in his arms. He hugged him tightly, and cruelly called the word "Qiao Ying" in his ear over and over again.

A soft heart seemed to be torn bloody, and the tears that had been held back rolled out instantly, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off mixed with water stains on his face and slipped into his mouth.

He hugged Qin Muyang, who was hot, tightly, like a hope grasped in despair, a life-saving straw grasped in the abyss.

Even though they are hugging so close, with their heart attached to their heart, it still feels so far away, so far away that it seems that there is a gap that can never be crossed, and it is unreachable.

Ling Qiu cried silently, his body trembling, leaning against Qin Muyang's ear, with a choked voice, he retorted helplessly: "I'm not him...I'm not Qiao Ying...I'm not him... "

He would rather that Qin Muyang didn't love him and hate him, and he didn't want him to use him as Qiao Ying's substitute.

He is willing to be cheap on him, but it doesn't mean that he is cheap enough to become a substitute for others.

Hearing the cry of the person in his arms, Qin Muyang gradually came to his senses. He stretched out his hands to hold Ling Qiu's chin, and smoothed the fine hair on both sides of his cheeks to his ears.

He could clearly see Ling Qiu's eyes swollen from crying, and also his nose that was red from crying.

Maybe it was really too sad, his whole body was red, and the blood vessels on his neck protruded and beat slightly.

There was such a slight throbbing in his heart, so slight that he thought it was an illusion.

Qin Muyang touched Ling Qiu's smooth back, and said in an irritable and cold voice: "Why are you crying?"

"Mu Yang, I'm not him...don't treat me as him, okay?"

The sound of whimpering with grievances sounded more and more pitiful, but this pitifulness could not touch Qin Muyang's heart, and he would not feel any pity for him.

Qin Muyang frowned: "Who should it be?"

"... Qiao, Qiao Ying."

When Qin Muyang heard this name, he felt the heat all over his body slowly cooling down. Most drunk people are emotionally unstable, let alone moody people like Qin Muyang.

The drunkenness faded, and muddy memories gradually emerged from his brain. Qin Muyang remembered that he dragged Ling Qiu into the bathtub, pinched his waist, bit his ear and called Qiao Ying's name vaguely over and over again.

He didn't regard Ling Qiu as a stand-in, but mistook the person in front of him for Qiao Ying who was drinking with him.

The dream was suddenly shattered, and the reality was so different, Qin Muyang became furious all of a sudden.

He looked at the thin and useless man in his arms, his eyes were full of disgust and disgust.

Ling Qiu trembled uncontrollably, he clearly knew what kind of insult Qin Muyang's eyes represented.

There seemed to be a big hole in the left chest, and the cold wind blew in, freezing him inside and out, making him breathless in pain.

He wanted to reach out to rub it, but found that he didn't even have the strength to lift it up.

What made him more painful was still behind, Qin Muyang suddenly turned over his body, grabbed the hair at the back of his head, and pressed hard against the cold wall, making a muffled bang with great force.

Qin Muyang hit hard, without any sympathy, "What kind of a thing are you? To use you as his substitute is to think highly of you. What qualifications do you have to say that you don't want it?"

These words turned into sharp knives and stabbed Ling Qiu to pieces. He curled up in the water in pain, his body slowly bent down, and was pulled up by Qin Muyang when his face was about to be submerged in the water.