Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

He is not afraid of being known, but he hates being calculated.

Xia Ruoxin only smiled sadly. In his eyes, Xia Ruoxin would be a noisy person to sue others. What she never did was because this was Xia Yixuan's power and she had no power.

"Would you think I would say something to them, or would they ask?" Xia Ruoxin said quietly, but also met his deep cold eyes without fear, and her heart was still severe After sliding across the knife, it seems that you can feel the **** spread. Even if her face is calm, even if she can look up to him now, but no one knows how much effort she has used.

"Rest assured, I didn't tell them anything, they asked us if we were doing well, I said it was good." Instead of being ruthless, she added this sentence in her heart.

She won't tell anyone, he rest assured, his cruelty is her unbearableness, she doesn't want everyone to know what kind of life she is now, and even let Song Wan know, because, that way She would be very happy to laugh.

"Your mouth is getting more and more powerful?" Chu Li suddenly lowered her head and bit her lip until she bit the blood. This was the case every time. They really looked like hedgehogs. When he approaches, he will hurt the other's body and heart. He hates her, but she loves him.

Love and hate are intertwined, who said that she was alone.

It's impossible for him to love her, but if she doesn't love him, maybe one day she will do it.

Her long eyelashes shook a few times, like transparent wings, then shattered, and the light and shadow faded. Her outstretched hand was placed in the air, hesitated, and finally took the initiative to embrace this raging torture. Her man, she loves him so much, but she found that in just a few days, she really couldn't support it.

She is sometimes afraid. She is afraid that Chu Li's hatred will break up her love little by little. If one day, she really does not love, then, in the past few years, her persistence, her waiting, her What time did she suffer?

Chu Lü's body made a slight sign. This time, he just continuously licked the wound on her lips, and tasted her blood and tears.

With a blank face, she withdrew her hand on his shoulder, and didn't even want to bring her pain to him. It turned out that she was so humble to love, to feel pained, and to have no dignity.