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The familiar voice came suddenly, as if it was the sound of nature descending from heaven, slightly hoarse, but still as low and charming as before.

"What were you thinking?" he asked.

This unexpected question made Ling Yao's eyes widen, trying to see if he was hallucinating, but his eyes were immediately covered tightly by a pair of cold palms, making him unable to see.

Such a real feeling made it impossible for him to deceive himself that he was hallucinating just now, unless it was the onset of his hallucinations.

The cell is so tight, how did he get in?And it was able to appear in the air without a sound - thinking of what the police said before, he also had some bold and incredible guesses in his mind.

"What the hell are you—don't come near me! Whoooooooo!"

Because of the extreme fear and unknown, he cried out of breath.

The other party floated on his body like a spirit body, then fell down, pressed on his body, and gave him a cold and generous embrace.

At this moment of tenderness, the hand clasping his throat did not relax, but asked more aggressively and carefully.

"You want to forget about me and go back to Fang Xin?"

His voice became cold and full of resentment, and the ending sounded slightly, revealing infinite threats and suppression. This kind of fierce killing intent was strange and bewildering, which made Ling Yao tremble unconsciously.

Zhang Fan also knew that he was too scared to speak at this time, his eyes warmed up a little, and he said cruelly, "It's impossible."

He began to narrate the process word by word, and the tone was so cold that Ling Yao felt as if he was on the same day, "Fang Xin was killed by you, and he will never come back. Remember? You were holding a knife at that time, and you killed him without hesitation." □His back...his blood was sticky and abundant, and it immediately dyed your body red. In the end, he stared at you with unconcerned eyes...but I also dug out his eyes in the end , the body was also chopped up."

Ling Yao shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't imagine that Zhang Fan was such a vicious and cruel person. Such a bloody process is now a nightmare that he doesn't want to recall, but Zhang Fan can happily recount it like a story.

He covered his ears, sobbed and shook his head desperately, not wanting to hear half of his voice again.

Zhang Fan held Ling Yao's struggling body effortlessly, kissed his trembling lips that were about to speak, and told him the real answer on his own.

"You want to ask me why? Because... I hate him looking at you, and I don't even allow him to look at you."

This man once owned his treasure, which made him gnash his teeth with hatred. Every time he thought about it, he felt a sharp pain. Jealousy and hatred took root in his heart, and he couldn't help brewing malice.

Facing Shang Ling Yao's clear and ignorant eyes, this emotion was brought to the extreme.

How could such a person who should belong to him completely from the beginning be snatched away by others halfway?

When they were together, would his baby snuggle into his arms like snuggling himself?If it goes deeper, will they also kiss and speak love words to each other?

Zhang Fan didn't dare to think about it anymore. The sudden anger and fear made him lose his mind. He trembled and stared at the person in his arms. got blood.

He was crazily jealous and hated everything.

If he could, he really wanted to eat Ling Yao whole, so that he wouldn't have to struggle, suffer, and be afraid that he would transfer his love to others again.

But in the past, all kinds of sorrows and grievances can only be suppressed, facing him with the best image of himself in the other party's heart, thinking all day long how to make Ling Yao fall in love with him irresistibly.

Feeling the thick murderous aura emanating from Zhang Fan who was pressing on his body, hot tears flowed out unexpectedly, surging like endless and endless, Ling Yao looked at Zhang Fan desperately with a fragile posture about to be dehydrated. Fan's direction, wanting to beg him to let him go.

Zhang Fan pretended to be ignorant, and his tone suddenly changed, still soft and full of love, "Although I don't want you to be sad. But the way you cry and shrink into my arms is the cutest."

Kissing his forehead and thin eyelids pitifully, Zhang Fan kissed all the tears that soaked Ling Yao's face, but found that his sadness could not be soothed by him like before.

His eyes darkened.

After finally calming down, his thoughts suddenly surged with waves because of the fear and rejection of the person in his arms.

How much he wanted to question him, did their love no longer exist?Why are you so afraid of him?Although he is indeed not a human being at this time, he still cannot accept the change of attitude towards him from his lover who was always submissive to him.

He took a deep breath, gently licked Ling Yao's earlobe, and continued to spare no effort to comfort him: "Hey, don't be afraid of me."

He does not deny that there is an ugly heart under his pious appearance. He has planned it from the very beginning. He wants to get close to this person, wipe out all the people around him, and let only him exist in his world.

In the end, he was completely blackened and pulled under his shadow, so that everyone except him would not dare to approach him again.

Only such Ling Yao could completely belong to him.

As for his familiar touch, Ling Yao no longer felt warm or sweet, but instead felt creepy, his hairs stood on end, and his back felt cold.

"Go away!"

He yelled mournfully, and tried to shake off the palms covering his eyes and the weight on his body without hesitation.

"Hey, don't move around, you are weak."

Ling Yao's heart twitched violently.

It was such a helpless and indulgent tone that made him suddenly find the previous atmosphere. His nose was sour, he didn't know whether it was resentment or hatred, resentment that he was not a human body, but he still refused to go on his way back, to deceive him, pester him.She also hated him for instigating herself, coaxing herself around, instigating him to kill.

He had a sore nose, and with his connivance, he became even more angry and unscrupulous, "You're lying to me! Get out—I don't want to see you again!"

Now that he is in prison, in such a place that eats people without spitting out bones, there are countless darkness waiting for him to explore, and he is finally degenerate, so he is satisfied, right?He burst into tears.

"Don't be kidding. Didn't you say you love me the most? How can you be willing to really not look at me?"

Although usually reserved and rational, Zhang Fan was like coaxing a child at this time, not stingy with his sweet words.

His excessive sweetness at this time made Ling Yao feel the opposite disgust. He seemed to deliberately provoke him, making him as uncomfortable as himself, and shouted out what he wanted to say without going through his brain.

"I hate you—no, I hate you—"

He should hate instead of continuing to love as he said.

Even if he doesn't have a bright future, he still has decades of ordinary life where the sun rises and the sun sets.

He can find a new partner and spend his whole life together, or he can find the joy of life alone, work hard, taste delicious food, go to see all kinds of scenery in the world, and make sincere friends.

This is everything he conceived in his dreams, a warm and happy life, not like the present one, where he is mentally disordered, physically weak, charged with crimes, and has no hope of future.

His world was forcefully broken into by Zhang Fan, captured all his mind, captured his body and mind with his tenderness and love, but threw him heavily from heaven to hell, making him a millionaire A despised murderer.

His whole life was ruined in his hands.

He came to the world for a trip, at a young age, but he never realized his ideals. After realizing the true meaning of life, he was about to linger in the dark corner of the world with a corrupt attitude.

He wasted his trip.He can no longer bear this heavy life.

How can he not hate?

Ling Yao suddenly calmed down, stopped sobbing, and the fear and pleading in his eyes turned into a pool of stagnant water.

Only when there are still concerns in this world, will we be afraid of death.

But now, he has only one life at most, so why be afraid of it?

The fluctuations in the air suddenly became violent, like a strong wind, the iron frame bed made a messy collision sound, and the curtains whistled in the wind.

Zhang Fan laughed heart-piercingly, almost draining all the strength from his body.

In the end, he had no choice but to lie on Ling Yao's body weakly, in order to absorb his breath to survive.

His beloved said, Hate him?

hatred?

He closed his eyes and hugged the person in his arms stubbornly.

Then hate it.

Without love, you must hate him well, so that you can always remember him in your heart.