After Yange went to school, Zhu Yan bought a house near the school, and as a result, Yange did not even return to the Zhao family.

Her medicine was always brought to school by Zhao Ting.

Occasionally in the morning and occasionally at noon.

The two were in the woods, Yan Ge squinted and drunk with Zhao Ting's legs.

In the afternoon the sun shone through the cracks in the leaves, and everywhere I heard the chirping sounds.

When the song was intoxicated, Zhao Ting was also intoxicated.

He looked at her obsessively, how long she slept, how long he could watch.

** It's like a beast.

His beast was always asleep.

But now, gradually awakening and gradually out of control.

One weekend, while going to give her medicine, he watched her lying on his lap wearing a sling.

There were a lot of strawberries on her exposed fair skin, and she lay on her side, and most of the buns on her chest were exposed.

Not very full, but Zhao Ting couldn't keep his eyes off.

That night, he had a dream. In the dream, it was all her.

He felt as if he was becoming increasingly dissatisfied with her being a pillow.

He wants, more!

So when the gangster got stuck again, Zhao Ting said softly: "Don't be with him. The business at home is now on track. You don't need to stay with him."

The words closed their eyes, the words slightly lip-smeared, and his face taunted: "I divided him, and that man will kill me."

Her voice was a bit bitter and sad.

Zhao Ting has never seen her so exposed.

The needle stuck in his hand the next moment.

She snorted dumbly, her fingers grabbing his sleeve, and her voice softened: "That home is no longer my home. I don't want to go back at all, and I feel sick when I see him."

She was still a little sane, but apparently, she did n’t have much sense, and went on to mutter, "I hate him. He ruined my life. Sometimes I really want to kill him, but I can't get it . "

The voice gradually lowered, and her face was gradually replaced by that intoxicated expression.

Zhao Ting's throat rolled slightly, and she wanted to ask: Do you hate me?

I dare not ask.

He thought that she must also hate him.

The two universities in the class meet in the woods, and the two hold hands,

A picture on a leg is too beautiful, I don't know who secretly took Zhang Xiang and put it in the campus forum.

The handsome men and the beautiful women, in such a pose, even if the model poses are not so beautiful.

In particular, the man's slightly downcast expression obsessed with looking at the girl, the kind of affection and fascination, even through the photos, can make people truly feel.

Si Nanding stared at the photo.

He always felt that she would not like other boys.

He always thought that she actually wanted to avoid him, so he made such a poor excuse.

But looking at the photos in front of him, he felt as if he had been taken aback ...

However, soon his eyes fell on her hand that was tightly held by Zhao Ting.

The sleeve of that hand was rolled up, the fair arm was dazzling, the angle relationship, and the tiny pinhole position on the arm was just exposed.

That tiny pinhole was still a little red blood.

If you don't zoom in and take a closer look, you won't think of it as a pinhole.

Sinan's heart fell straight down.

He knew she couldn't quit. What he didn't expect was that as her boyfriend, Zhao Ting not only knew, but obviously still indulged her addiction.