C393 (1/2)

Kill her?!

Ye Xi is like being hit by a barrel of hailstone from the beginning. She is cold and quickly swept by.

The thousands of words in the clear and bright eyes eventually turn into a peaceful one. The sight to him is like white smoke, which can't be grasped.

The strength in Huo's hand suddenly loosens. At the next moment, he abruptly takes back his hand and stands in front of her with awe. His eyes are like snow in winter. He stares at Ye Xi coldly. His thin and cool lips slowly squeeze out two words, ”explain.”

Yes.

He gave her the opportunity and time to explain.

As long as she told him that her marriage with Lu Jingxing was her own fault, and there was another secret, he could let it go, even if she lied to him!

Ye Xi's whole body was shocked, and the peace of his eyes was easily broken by these two words.

In the past, she always blamed him for not listening to her explain anything first, and for his violent temper.

Now, he is willing to suppress his passion and ask her for an explanation.

But what explanation should she give him?

Tell him that her relationship with Lu Jingxing is not as good as he thought.

Tell him, and Lu Jingxing marriage is not her, but a woman named song Xinan.

Tell him that song died in a car accident with her two years ago.

Or tell him that she may, very likely, have to live as ”Song Xinan” for a long time, because she owes Lu Jingxing, because he saved her and their children.

Or, she should tell him that she is afraid of being involved with him again. She hopes that they will never meet again?

Leaf Xi did not look up at him, leaf Xi throat hoarse way, ”explain what?”

Explain what?

Huo Yiting, with his eyes in cold depression, clenched his fists and held his hand to her neck again in a cold voice, ”Ye Xi, listen, I only give you this opportunity. Do you want to seize this opportunity and do it yourself!”

Huo Jiating finished, tightened his handsome eyebrows, lowered his head, took out a cigarette impatiently, and took a heavy breath.

On the grey and white smog long, he added a layer of mysterious veil to his pair of deep painted pupils.

He looked at her, not calmly.

He wants her to explain it to him.

At the same time, he was afraid that her ”explanation” was not what his ears would like to hear.

Ye Xi did not look up.

Huo Yingting stared at her hand, sneered, walked to the opposite sofa and sat down in a relaxed posture, but his hand clenched on the black sofa revealed his inner uneasiness.

”I don't know what you want me to explain.”

Half ring, ye Xi's low mute voice, like cooking smoke, spreads out in the air, and is ethereal.

The expression on Huo Yingting's face was solid and cold. His eyes staring at Ye Xi were as cold as a blade, as if to pierce her whole.