"Do you want to let me go? Don't think that I dare not." Her tearful eyes were filled with hatred.
"I won't let him go."
Mo Fengya looked at the black pain in her crazy eyes with pain. He wanted to smooth the darkness in her eyes with his hand, but he could do nothing.
"I know that you are very sad. If this can make you vent your pain, I don't care."
Ye Chuqing stared at him fiercely, her hand shook, and then she slashed down on the back of his hand.
"Are you going to let him go?"
Tears streamed down Ye Chuqing's face. She almost bit her lip, and the porcelain chip in her hand slid downwards.
Blood came out of the back of his hand.
###Chapter115,Two Men Conduct Erting Each Other
"Are you crazy? Why do I hurt you like this? You don't care."
Ye Chuqing finally woke up, and her mist
