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Continuous touches landed on Ling Yao's whole body. He tensed up, obviously frightened and panicked, but the ghostly words that came from his ears were so beautiful, with infinite tenderness, it made people Drown in it, relax, and fall into his trap.

"Baby... just talk to me, talk to me, I miss you so much."

His voice was slightly lowered, overflowing from his throat, with elegant magnetism and tone, especially when he was confiding his love words, it was more like weaving a dense love net with his heart, and it was wrapped around him bit by bit .

In front of such tenderness offensive, Ling Yao wavered slightly, but he always pulled the limit of defense, unwilling to give him half a response.

"Even if I look at you every day, but I can't touch you, I still can't be satisfied." Zhang Fan sighed regretfully, and at the same time, hugged the person in his arms even harder.

Ling Yao sucked in a breath of cold air, and even felt that he was being pressed under him, otherwise why would his breathing be so heavy?

When he thinks that there is a pair of eyes that have been peeping at everything about him unscrupulously, taking in all his struggles, cowardice, despair, and ugly cries, and he still can't detect half of it, it makes him terrified.

He asked hoarsely, "That matter...was it you..."

Although he tried his best to calm himself down and asked him in a serious tone, when he said it, his voice was still shaking like a sieve, without strength.

Zhang Fan knew what he wanted to ask, but he didn't answer directly, just kissed the top of his head, and then continued to tell him with that lingering emotion that he couldn't tell the truth from the fake, "The only person who can bully you is me."

This default attitude caused Ling Yao to think of the dead man's face and his eyes when he died, making him gag, "You make me sick."

"Good—" Zhang Fan tried his best to appease him.

But Ling Yao, who had confirmed the truth, could no longer hold back his gushing panic. He threw off the quilt and frantically swept away all the lingering touches on his body. Would like anyone to come near him.

He didn't know what he said, he only knew that at this moment he had no ability to hide his emotions.

When Zhang Fan, as if nothing had happened, clung to him tenderly and continued to call him a baby.

He yelled, "Let's break up! Isn't it okay to break up! Please leave me immediately! Get out!"

There was a deathly silence, as if the flow of air had stopped, and then, countless grievances surged, and his voice was suddenly indifferent and strange to him.

"Don't let me hear it a second time."

The commanding tone fermented Ling Yao's rebellious psychology. He felt that he hated him to the bone, so how could he do what he wanted.

Ling Yao even felt a little bit of pleasure, no matter how much he beat and scolded, Zhang Fan would never get in, but this time, just one sentence completely broke down his self-control that he was so proud of.

As if he had captured his weakness, Ling Yao wanted to stimulate him even harder, using this as his only weapon that could hurt him.

All the fear retreated at this moment, Ling Yao clenched his teeth, as if he was afraid that he could not hear clearly, and said word by word, "I said, we have broken up, and I have nothing to do with you anymore, please, let go, pass, I."

The air became low and sad, like a rainy day, surrounded by rain-soaked mountains, Zhang Fan's voice trembled slightly, and he couldn't hear what he said clearly, only fragmentary fragments could be heard, begging him , don't say such heartbreaking words.

"Impossible. You know, you can't go back! You said you were going crazy, and so was I! I've been crazy for a long time! I was forced by you! I only hope that I never met you in this life—"

Without encountering each other, there would not be so much blood and pain. Ling Yao gritted his teeth, and responded loudly to his constant pleas with tears in his voice.

But there was no encounter, let alone their sweetness and lingering. Almost instantly, Zhang Fan's furious roar sounded like thunder in his ears.

During the great change, Ling Yao covered his ears and looked up, only to see Zhang Fan's face was pale and handsome, but his brows and eyes were sad without a trace of heroism in the past. He whispered softly.

"If it wasn't for loving you, do you think you could hurt me half a point?"

Yes, because of love, that's why he is unscrupulous, so relying on his love, as the most lethal weapon, directly hits the heart.

Ling Yao grabbed the thin quilt under the bed, his pupils constricted.

Zhang Fan stared straight at him, with red tears seeping from the corners of his eyes, winding slowly.

The bright red color invaded Ling Yao's brain.