Chapter 12 (1/2)

Zhan Linjin didn't expect that Xia anling should be so cruel. What's more, he didn't expect that the woman who used to be as light as water was more cruel and frightening.

The thin but well-defined hand covers the side face. The original red eyes gradually disappear after the pain. The eyes of Xia An Ling gradually calm down and release her other hand.

”Cheyenne, you dare.”

Drop by drop of blood along the fingers left, Xia An Ling some Lengleng Leng looking at his chest splashed with blood flowers, lips slightly pursed, mind inexplicable.

”You forced me.” Throwing away the porcelain pieces in her hand, Xia anling stands up and drapes her torn skirt over her body, looking back coldly.

In fact, the heart is still a little empty, the first time to see the war in front of the down wind.

Xia anling pursed her lips subconsciously. She didn't worry that Zhan Linjin would do anything else. But in front of him, she had a lot of precautions, and the fragments in her hand had not been released until now.

There was no pain or worry in her eyes, but only coldness and disgust.

This kind of eyes made Zhan Linjin's bad mood even worse. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't care about the bleeding wound on his face. His blood stained fingers pinched Xia anling's wrist and tightly clasped her in her arms. He said in her ears, ”you ruined my face, do you want me to destroy your people?”

The sticky blood smears on her neck. Xia anling feels the coolness coming out of her bones. When she wants to push Zhan Linjin away, she never thinks that she is pushed out by Zhan Linjin mercilessly. Her eyes are cold. ”You are not qualified.”

Stagger a few steps, feet a soft, unexpectedly fall to the ground, Xia An Ling heart incomparable chagrin, oneself in front of Zhan Linjin unexpectedly so useless, look up of the moment, but see always cold and precious man from pocket take out handkerchief, wipe the blood on his half face clean.

When she was stunned, Zhan Linjin looked at her condescensively, hummed coldly, threw the bloody handkerchief into her body, and then simply turned away.

The handkerchief didn't hurt at all. What hurt her was her heart. Even she didn't know why. Holding the handkerchief mixed with Zhan Linjin's blood, she tugged at her chest tightly, and the pain was unbearable. Xia'an's uncontrollable tears wet the silver gray men's handkerchief drop by drop.

Until now, she still for his tyranny and uncontrollable tears?