Dear Mr. Shi

"Song Qinghuan!" Shi Yuhan's voice became cold, and the killing breath was condensed on the ice lips: "Are you looking for death!"

With tears falling, Song Qinghuan yelled: "Yes, I'm just looking for death!"

She retracted her eyes, looked at the dark space ahead, and whimpered: "You have clearly warned me not to fantasize about you, but I just like you. Soon after we got married, I fell in love with you. You said coldly when you were tired of me. , But I couldn’t forget you, and I can’t blame you, you see how thief I am, I know you go to find Zhang Jie missing, I am not worried about Zhang Jie at all, I am only jealous in my heart, I am angry with you How could you leave me for her? How could I be so broken? You are the only one who blames you for protecting me from the cold. What medicine did you say you gave me?"

After speaking, she struggled, seeming to want to stay away from Shi Yuhan. Shi Yuhan's arms held her tightly in her arms, and she was not allowed to move. She felt jealous for her.

"I should ask you this. What medicine did you give me?"

Song Qinghuan was choked and stared at him with a sullen face: "I gave you the worry-forgetting medicine. From now on, when we don’t know each other, the relationship between husband and wife ends here. From now on, I hope that we will just be ordinary friends! No, don’t be with you Be a friend, a stranger who will never meet again."

There was a sudden dull pain in her chest, Shi Yuhan looked at her, her handsome face was gloomy for a moment, her thin lips pressed cold and pale: "You have said what you just said to me again."

His voice was like thousand years of ice, staring at her word by word, and asked threateningly.

When Yuhan bit his lip, he suddenly became nervous, and a layer of cold sweat came out from the palms of his clenched hands.

It’s really useless. I’ve known each other for so long, and sometimes I’m still afraid of the cold.

"Why didn't you say it?" Shi Yuhan grabbed her jaw and turned her face to face him.

Song Qinghuan knocked off his hand, hot tears hit his eyes: "Didn't I have made it very clear just now, what else do you want me to say?"

"Stranger, don't even think about it, Song Qinghuan, you can only be my woman in your entire life." Shi Yuhan said, mixed with unbridled courage.

A drop of hot tears slid down her cheeks, but Song Qinghuan still stubbornly said: "What about Zhang Jie, what is she, you let me be your woman for the rest of my life, and you want him to be your woman for the rest of my life." "

Shi Yuhan stared at her drenched eyes and said dumbly: "What does it have to do with her? She and I are just friends, simple friends. She was injured because of me today, but I also made up for her!"

Song Qinghuan tilted her head and looked at her face, her tone softened: "Really!"

"Song Qinghuan, you only talked about love once, and I also talked about love once."

"My woman is only you, and I want to keep you out of bed for seven days and nights."

"Is it rude? It's because you are too young, and I want you again!"

"You don't know how uncomfortable I endured, I really want to be rude, you will bleed below, and you want to walk, Song Qinghuan, you want the beauty..."

Shi Yuhan's chest pressed tightly against her back, and she said softly, one sentence was more tender, and the other was more shameful.

Song Qinghuan could hear the sound of his heart beating very loudly, leaning on him obediently, feeling the emotions he passed through his body, and his face was dripping with blood.