Unfortunately

Confused, she still woke up.

The body is warm, like being hugged, Ling Xiaoqian tired eyes, see that Zhang Junrong, that in the heart is the devil's face!

She thought of her body urgently, but she was afraid of disturbing him. She moved his hand carefully to make sure that she didn't wake him up. Then she got down from the bed slowly. At that moment, her only idea was to run away and never let the man find her.

But!

He's the devil!

No matter where she goes, she can't escape from him.

"What should I do?" She said to herself. She was afraid and confused. She didn't want to be tortured by him any more. She didn't want to live such a worried life.

What should we do

What can she do?

How can you escape this man's hand?

Thinking constantly in her mind, Ling Xiaoqian couldn't think of it at all. She looked at the sleeping face on the bed. She was so handsome that people would like it, but

He's the devil!

It's a cruel devil.

She wants to get rid of this man and stop suffering from this man

Looking at that face, that sleeping face, the picture of him tormenting her flashed through her mind, and her eyes suddenly became fierce!

As long as this man is dead!

There is no way to torture her, then she is free, can live her own life, can be with the beloved, as long as the man does not exist, as long as the man disappeared in the world, as long as he died

She kept thinking, as if possessed, only one terrible thought.

Is to let this man die.!

Her eyes looked around and fixed on the scissors on the table

Her eyes widened, her heart trembled slightly, her steps were heavy, and she walked step by step. Looking at the scissors, her reason had retreated, and there was only one idea left, that was to let the man die!

As long as he died, she was free.

Slender fingers gently holding the scissors, Ling xiaoshallow slowly walked to the bed, eyes cold, ruthless looking at the sleeping season.