Ding Jiaxin looked at the man embracing her, his eyes slightly cool.

    Since she met this man at the age of 19, she has been bound by his feelings. He has never given her any commitment, and even now she has no feelings for her. She paid too much for him and caught everything she could, so she was more reluctant to let go easily.

    Ding Jiaxin, 19, is a good girl who believes in love and that prince charming will drive a pumpkin carriage to marry her. An encounter made her meet Han Mingzhe. Han Mingzhe at that time was elegant and showed the demeanor of a successful person. She fell in love with him at first sight and set foot on the road of no return.

    When she happily told him that she was pregnant, he coldly told her that he was married and asked her to abort the child. She still remembers how a person lying on the operating table felt the bone chilling cold. In order to maintain her health, she had to drop out of school. When she returned to school again, she met Liu Moxi. Liu Moxi was pure and lovely and treated people with pure kindness. They soon became good friends and Ding Jiaxin''s only good friend. Now the man asked her to poison her with poison. When she knew that the object to be poisoned was Liu morxi, she just hesitated for a moment.

    Love really makes people lose their mind and lose their reason, even if they fall in love with a ruthless person.

    "Why do you have to kill Mo Xi? She''s a good girl."

    "I don''t want to kill her. She''s really in my way." Han Mingzhe held his cigarette butt and his killing intention in his eyes was exposed,

    Ding Jiaxin didn''t dare to speak again. She was afraid that she would become the one who blocked Han Mingzhe''s way. If one day, she didn''t know whether Han Mingzhe would also want to kill her.

    Yin moting''s room.

    With tools in his hand, Li Mu stared at Yin Mo Ting naked in front of him. "Mo Ting, do you really want this? You can think well. I can''t look back as soon as I go in."

    "Don''t be wordy. Hurry up. I must be satisfied before dawn." Yin moting said impatiently.

    Li Mu couldn''t resist him. He could only listen to his orders, raised his legs and stepped on Yin Mo Ting''s waist to start his masterpiece.

    Each needle can''t fade when dipped in dyed ink. This is Yin moting''s own formula. Li Mu took a needle and carved it delicately. Each needle is genuine and punctured into the skin. The blood exuded from the place where the needle passes through the mark is also true. The burning feeling caused by the penetration of ink into the dermis spreads on Yin moting''s back. He is not afraid of pain. He hasn''t experienced the days of licking blood on the tip of the knife in a hail of bullets, but now he feels pain and heartache.

    This method may be too stupid and childish, but it is a pattern he has prepared for a long time, but it is too humble to tattoo on his body at this time.

    "All right." Li Mu whispered. He picked up the cotton cloth to wrap Yin moting.

    "No, I''ll show her when she wakes up. Do you think she''ll be happy when she sees it?" Yin Mo Ting stood up and looked forward to what Liu Mo Xi saw.

    Li Mu looked like a broken jar. "I don''t know if she''s happy. I only know that you''re easily infected. If you''re infected, don''t come to me."

    "Don''t worry, it won''t. You can go now."

    Li Mu turned his eyes to the sky and expressed his great dissatisfaction with Yin moting''s behavior, but he was really redundant here.

    Before dawn, Yin Mo Ting went to Liu Mo Xi''s bed, looked at her sleeping face, reached out and stroked her messy hair, which made her move. Yin moting was afraid to wake her up, so he moved a chair and sat quietly beside her. Yesterday, he looked at her like this. He felt very relieved when he saw her sleeping in front of his eyes.

    He put her hand on his chest, hoping that she could feel the familiar heartbeat.