Looking at this man who was gradually approaching, his expression was indeed as if he was looking at a dead man.
She was sure that she was dead, that she had left him Seeing him helplessly watching her run away and being helpless, Luo Xi suddenly cracked the corner of his mouth and smiled.
The smile was so relieved and brilliant.
Jing Mohao was caught off guard.
This bright and moving smile was something he hadn't seen for a long time.
But why, what he saw in this smile was her heartfelt relief and ridicule.
"Jing Mohao, I finally leave you."
The woman suddenly spoke, her voice was ethereal, like a voice from heaven.
The man listened to her extremely beautiful and heartfelt words, his face was extremely gloomy and frightening, but after taking a step towards her, he burst into laughter, his chuckle was as unpredictable as a ghost.
This time, it was Luo Xi's turn to be stunned.
Before the smile on his face could be taken back, he heard the man's ghostly voice, "Luo Xi, do you think you can escape?"
Luo Xi's face suddenly lost color when he heard this.
He could hear himself.
Not dead myself She stood up suddenly, but suddenly felt that her wrist was heavy and she could not lift it up at all.
Hanging his head, Huo Ran found that his wrists were tightly trapped by two heavy handcuffs welded to the bedside, making him unable to move at all.
Looking up again, the man was already standing beside him, his face full of cold ruthlessness, without any pride.
The fact that he did this was the greatest insult to himself, because he could not think of any other better way to keep her.
He couldn't trap her heart, so he could only use the most despicable person to imprison her.
Jing Mohao put his hands on the woman's side and moved his face closer, forcing Luo Xi to lie back on the bed.
Hiding the cold light in his eyes, his lips fell on the woman's forehead, "Lie down."
Luo Xi's eyes were filled with disgust, as if remaining in this world would make her covered in dirt.
"Why did you save me?
Why did you come back?"
The almost angrily rebuke penetrated deeply into Jing Mohao's chest.
Why not let her die
Why do you have to tie her up in this world full of coldness and stench and refuse to let her go?
Seeing her living a life worse than death, is he so happy?
The man looked at her again, with only a few scattered clouds and breezes left in his pupils, "Why, just because you are mine, I have the final say when you die."
It is inevitable that a person's birth cannot be controlled by oneself.
It would be such a sad thing if one cannot even decide one's death.
He can't live, he can't die.
What kind of prisoner does he regard himself as?
Oh, even handcuffs are used now, so what if he’s not a prisoner?
But what did she do wrong to make him treat her like a prisoner?
Why should he?
Luo Xi's eyes were filled with angry flames, waiting for the man in front of her, as if he could burn his charming and handsome face to ashes.
She struggled to free herself from the restraints with both hands, and her already slender wrists hit the iron cuffs hard, making a series of heart-piercing sounds.
The man's eyes darkened, he quickly grabbed the woman's mutilated hands, and said in a serious tone, "Luo Xi, please be honest with me."
Luo Xi raised her foot and kicked the man, but the man took out his hand and held his ankle, throwing him back to where he was.
"Luo Xi, I think you have replenished your blood too much, and your strength is of no use, right?"
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