Chapter 81: The vows are nothing but

When she heard the words "Xia Yu", there was an immediate pain in Yan Ziheng's eyes, but it quickly returned to coldness: "Ye Xingyu, I said, you will be taught for your words and deeds."
"But," she looked at him sadly. "If it is not sold, what is it?"
There is a hint of embarrassment and expectation in her heart. She hopes that he can give a different answer. For a moment, Xia Yu can't help but think that as long as he can say a word of "love", she will definitely ignore it. Tell him who she is and come back to him.
But he thought she was ironic.
"Ye Xingyu, you are really dead and still do not know how to repent." He literally smashed out of his teeth and violently baked her hands on the bed. "I will let you, no longer humiliate." And Xiao Yan is even a word."
He let go of Xia, get up, take out something from the cupboard.
She opened her eyes and saw that it was a glass tube with a small half bottle of dark green liquid.
Zhai Ziheng took it back to the summer trampoline, the tone was very soft: "Drink this, you can't stop people in this life, who told you to offend people who should not offend? Become dumb, is it fair?"
He gently rubbed her lips with her fingertips, and the tingling sensation caused her to shudder.
She desperately retracted her body and vainly moved herself away from the bottle of liquid. Under the dark light, the strange dark green looks so gloomy, as if from the deepest evil in the depths of hell, once you drink it, you can't stop talking. Not only can't you talk, but even more terrible, she will never sing again. Although she once said that she doesn't care if she stays in the entertainment circle, singing is another matter, she is the one she loves. If she loses her voice, what is the significance of her living...
Xia Wei looked at him sadly, his eyes were filled with thin water mist, and Zizi Heng, I have lost you. If I lose my singing, what else do I have left?
Zhai Ziheng unplugged the cork unhurriedly, and a strong and pungent smell of medicine rushed straight out. She struggled to turn her head and even the voice trembled: "Zi Ziheng, don't do this... I really didn't live through Xia Wei, really! Why, why do you rather believe in Xia Yu's nonsense, and don't believe it? I am even a sentence?!"
His movement paused and then pulled her head over.
"Ye Xingyu," he stared at her. "Xia Yu is his sister, you, what is it?"
His words are word by word, such as a hammer hitting her heart. This is the second time he told her tonight, Ye Xingyu, what are you? It turned out that the name "summer" and the skin were lost. In his eyes, she was nothing.
Yan Ziheng, what do you really love?
She unexpectedly remembered that for a year, they went on a trip together. In front of the Sansheng Stone in the mountains, he took up her hand and promised a vow of mutual sympathy. The concentric lock on the knot was closed. At that moment, she raised her face and asked, Ziheng, you said, can we really be together in the next life? His voice came from behind her, with endless pampering and gentleness. - Yes, Xiao Yan, we will be born forever, together forever.
At that time, she gently stroked the ancient plaque on the copper lock with her fingers, but if you can't find me, what should I do?
He gently turned her body and looked into her eyes, solemnly, Xiaoyan, the afterlife, I will find you. No matter what you look like, wherever it appears, I will recognize you at a glance and take you back to me.
At that time, the smoke in front of Sanshengshi was misty, and his eyebrows were as soft as ink painting.
But now, she is in front of him, but he asks, Ye Xingyu, what are you?
There was a pain in the lower jaw and the thoughts of Xia Yu were pulled back.
Zhai Ziheng squeezed her mouth with one hand and poured the bottle of dark green dumb medicine slowly.
Very bitter taste, burning along the throat, deep into the pain of the lungs. She was terrified, struggling wildly, trying to get rid of his restraint, but he pressed the weight of her body to her, like a heavy mountain, so that she could not move. The gold button on his iron-gray vest, across her thin layer of silk blouse, heavily licking her skin, she only felt painful, but compared to the bottle that was forced The pain comes, this pain is nothing.
No matter how she wants to escape, the bottle of medicine is still left in the mouth.
Zhai Ziheng still held her jaw and did not let go, I don't know how long it took until I confirmed that the bottle had completely flowed into her stomach. He slowly let go of her, stood up and threw the empty glass bottle to the ground.
Xia Wei couldn't help but cough. He almost coughed up the lungs, and the sternum was shocked to the ground. But the dumb medicine could not cough even half a point. She tried to turn over again, trying to lean over to the bed and vomit it. The hands were separated and the body could swing too small to succeed. She twitched her hands in horror, squeaking on both sides, and a burst of burning pain on her wrist.
Yan Ziheng quietly watched her tossing at the bedside. When she became weak, she calmed down and said: "Good experience, like it?" He said, and smiled. The dim light casts his tall figure on the broken bed, like in the dark night, crouching with the huge demons that admire the prey.
Xia Wei opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he panicked that the dumb medicine had already taken effect. He could only make a vague "Oops" voice. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say a complete word. She couldn't accept such an ending, once again struggling, coughing, and breathing, however, her strength was long gone, and she suffocated after a short time.
The nephew looked at her exquisite body under the red silk blouse, her eyes deepened.
He slowly raised his hand and began to undress. The fingers with clear joints were from bottom to top, and the pieces were untied with metal buttons on the iron-gray vest.
She realized that he was going to do something. He was terrified and pale. He couldn’t help but pick up his legs and shrunk. He couldn’t help but shrink himself and get smaller and smaller.
He took off his vest without hesitation, and placed it on the high-back carved chair beside him. He slowly dismissed the shirt, and the buttons on the mouth spread out a few, revealing a solid chest.
From the beginning to the end, his eyes did not leave her body, with unabashed aggression.
She was ashamed, fear, pain and anger blew in her heart. Although she did not know how many times she had been hugged, this time it was different. He only used to be a stranger and a casual vent. Want tools.
She struggled again, no matter what she was, almost crazy. The hands are desperately pulling the chain, trying to get rid of the cockroaches and escaping, the wrist hurts so badly that there seems to be blood flowing out, but she is harder under the stimulation of pain...
He stopped taking off his shirt and walked over to her.
"Do you know now?" He leaned over, and he asked her softly. "You have the courage to be ashamed, why don't you dare to try it yourself, go to bed with someone, be a beggar, goods... you should taste that taste. ,Is not it."