Chapter 521 (1/2)

She is really tired, very tired.

For Leng Yihuang, it's just a play, but for her, it's true. It's all true.

She couldn't bear to be so heartbroken and frightened that she was suddenly told that it was just a play.

She can't stand it. She really can't stand it.

A few more times, she's afraid she'll go crazy.

She was more afraid. She didn't believe what he said any more.

If something happens next time, her first reaction is ”this is his calculation”. She can't imagine how to live such a life.

”Not so...” Looking at her tears, Leng Yihuang feels suffocated, as if he was rolled by hot oil.

”No? What's that like? ” She looked at him sadly.

What Leng Yihuang can't bear most is her tears. He reaches out his hand to hold her in his arms, but she struggles so hard that she seems crazy that he is not allowed to touch her.

”Don't touch me, Leng Yihuang, let me go!”

Where can he tolerate her struggle: ”OK, OK, be careful, don't make trouble, don't make trouble.”

He held her tightly in his arms, trying to explain, but suddenly found that the words were so pale, and he really didn't feel the need to explain.

But seeing her so miserable, he was so sad that he was about to die.

”Don't try to misinterpret me, will you? Even if I lied to you, I was also thinking about your safety. I wanted to take advantage of this to catch them all. Unfortunately, I failed. I'm sorry enough. Don't disturb me any more, OK

”I'm not going to hide it from you. I'll explain it to you after it's done. If I don't tell you, it's for your own good. I'm afraid you'll worry.”

Lin Xiaomi cry some powerless, the whole person seems to be about to collapse in general by him in his arms.

She chuckled and murmured: ”yes, you always have your reasons, you always have your helplessness, even you are thinking about me. What else can I say?”

Her voice is soft, stretch out a hand to push him, but Leng Yi Huang doesn't have white eyes to think she really isn't angry, she is clearly angry to die now.

He couldn't just let her go.

Leng Yihuang said in a soft voice: ”no, I won't let go, wife, don't be angry with me.”

”You let go.”

”I won't let it go.”

Lin Xiaomi feels like she's going crazy. She's imprisoned in his arms, like a puppet with string. The string is always in his hand, and she's helpless.

She struggled violently. This time, she didn't even care whether she would hurt herself: ”let go, let go!”

Leng Yihuang saw such a crazy Lin Xiaomi for the first time, worried that she would be hurt, so he quickly relaxed his strength.

”Well He snorted, pressed his chest and bent down.

Lin Xiaomi stopped struggling. Seeing him like this, there was a fluster in his eyes, but his voice was still stiff: ”what's the matter with you?”

”Nothing.” Leng Yihuang waved his hand, but he was suffering in his voice.