Chapter 129： (1/2)

A burst of blood burned over his head, and the desire to mark the instinct shattered reason. Zheng Fei's teeth are very itchy, his eyes are fierce, and he stares at He An's neck, but his pupils are scattered.

Too many broken pictures flashed in front of them.

Windy snow, crashed cars, clinic sofas, needle tranquilizers, directors' inquiries, anxiety, loss of control, pain, self-inflicted powerlessness ...

Bit it through!

As long as he bites through it, all the pain will end in an instant, and his love and life will return to his hands intact.

The moment he opened his teeth, a fierce force pulled the collar and dragged him out of bed.

Zheng Feiyu lost his center of gravity, his knees softened, and he fell three or four steps in a row.

He extended his hand reflexively in the air and scratched in the air. He wanted to use whatever force he could, and before he caught it, he hit his back against the wall.

A beam of bright light pierced his eyes, breaking the chaotic dream.

Holding his forehead, he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality for a moment, but felt his head stunned violently, and all the sights around him were spinning fast. After a long time, his vision became clear, and he could clearly see the person standing in front of him.

It's Dai Xiao.

Dai Xiao was wearing a pair of pajamas with a naked upper body, muscles tense because of emotional anger, and gear tattoos on stout arms. He stood there, clenching his fists with two hands, and stared at Zheng Feiyan with hostile eyes. Maybe it was because the pheromone was suppressed, and he frowned impatiently.

"Why are you……"

Why is it in my room?

Zheng Feiyu wanted to ask this sentence, but soon realized that it was not right, looking over Dai Xiao's shoulder, and landed on the bed not far away. Then, he only felt the liver and gallbladder split, his blood pressure plummeted, and the large area in front of him became blurred.

On the off-white bed that I saw yesterday, the dolls and baby clothes were in a mess. Lily of the valley hid in the corner, clutching the small blanket timidly, and shed tears with big drops but did not dare to make a noise. Cheng Xiu stood beside the bed, leaning over and supporting He Yan who was weak, his face showing a despair like death.

He An had lost his consciousness, leaning his head, leaning unconsciously on Cheng Xiuhuai, pulling his arm weakly, pulling his fingers slightly, and twitching from time to time.

He was sweating too much, his neck was shiny and wet, his pajamas wrinkled against his body, his face was pale, and only a drop of blood overflowing from the corners of his lips was eye-catching.

Zheng Fei looked at that drop of blood, "hummed" in his head, and hesitated.