He was running rampant in her world, burning, killing, looting, how could she ignore his existence?
But so what if I care If she cares, it's her way of retaliating against him, or it's the condition he uses to demand her.
So with such care, what else is there for her to care about?
The light in Luo Xi's eyes dimmed little by little.
The arm that was hugged by the man had lost its warmth and was faintly cold.
The lips that had been kissed by the man had also faded away from their redness and gradually became transparent.
Luo Xi walked to the sofa and sat down, putting her head on the pillow, lifting her legs up and curling up together.
Her eyes were empty, her head was empty, and her dreams were empty.
Who cares more about whom between them, she can't figure out anyway, or she can't get the right answer at all.
She just sat in the corner of the sofa, with tears on her face, and fell asleep.
In the swaying water light, Luo Xi opened his eyes.
The night sky was an ink-colored screen, studded with dazzling stars.
Luo Xi felt that there was a soft blanket under her body, which lifted her into the vast universe, sleeping with the crescent moon and the stars.
It's like wandering in a dream, with no fulcrum to land on, only endless vacuum and depth.
It was a surging water that disturbed the tranquility of the spring night.
Luo Xi's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't turn his head or get up.
You can tell who the person is without having to guess.
Instead of seeing his cold face getting closer and closer, it would be better to enjoy the peaceful posture at this moment.
She seemed to understand that between them, only if no one cares, no one is moved, no one compromises, then no one owes anything to anyone.
Even though he was thinking this way, Luo Xi could still clearly feel the blanket beneath him trembling from far to near, and his body couldn't help but tighten as the trembling approached.
She didn't know how big the blanket was, why it was so soft yet so strong, able to float on water and lie on it without collapsing.
It wasn't until the nearest place was contaminated by the man's breath that Luo Xi moved and moved to the open space next to him.
How could Jing Mohao allow her to escape estrangedly?
In the blink of an eye, he turned over and imprisoned the woman looking up at the stars under him.
The man was covered in water and carried the chilly air of early spring, which made Luo Xi feel cold all over.
Jing Mohao casually shook the remaining water droplets on his forehead with one hand to prevent the water falling from the ends of his hair from getting into the woman's eyes.
He didn't say much, just lowered his thin lips and tapped the corner of the woman's lips.
"If you want to do it, hurry up and don't disturb me from watching the scenery."
Luo Xi spoke coldly, with no emotion in his eyes.
The man's spine froze, and then he laughed, his laughter without any warmth.
"Luo Xi, I'm afraid that after I finish, you won't be able to open your eyes to see the scenery."
"Jing Mohao, why don't you just kill me?"
"If I kill you, how can you still enjoy the scenery?"
"Then why don't you let me go?"
"If I let you go, how can you still see the scenery?"
"If you want me to see the scenery so much, why don't you get out of the way?"
"Luoxi, from now on, I will be the only scenery in your life."
Luo Xi put away the resentment in his eyes and suddenly a dark light flashed out, and he said clearly, "Jing Mohao, I hate you."
One sentence I hate you.
Block her eager heart.
It also blocks his incomprehensible thoughts.
The man didn't show any anger, and replied coldly and calmly, "I know."
It's better to hate him than forget him: