His voice was so gentle that it instantly filled the entire sea of ​​flowers.

Looking at his red lips biting because he tried his best to suppress his inner desire, looking at the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and listening to his slightly weak words, Meng Xian suddenly panicked and looked at him at a loss.

By Ling Ziliang.

Suddenly, a roar resounded throughout the wild peony fields. Ling Ziliang suddenly used all his strength to push Meng Xian away and roared: "Don't touch me!"

Meng Xian was pushed far by this sudden push.

He was stunned by Ling Ziliang's cruelty and ruthlessness, and sat there blankly, his charming and passionate eyes full of sadness.

Why? Why is he just unwilling to accept him? It has been ten years since I first met him. During these ten years, even when I was eating and sleeping, he was all in my mind.

It's all his figure in fluttering red clothes, all his smiles, all his cunning and gentleness. He loves him madly, why doesn't he want to look at him one more time?

Meng Xian fell to the ground, looked at Ling Ziliang in disbelief, and suddenly asked quietly: "Does Ziliang already have someone else in his heart?"

Ling Ziliang could no longer speak. His dry throat and weak limbs made him unable to help but hold on to his blood-red clothes.

He bit his lower lip tightly with his white teeth, and he did not let go until it bled.

Seeing Ling Ziliang trying hard to suppress the effects of the medicine, Meng Xian felt happy. He thought, as long as he worked a little harder, he would be his, right?

No, can't give up at this time! As long as today passes, they can never be separated again, right?

Thinking about it, Meng Xian quickly got up from the ground, rolled on Ling Ziliang's body, and said softly: "Don't be like this, this medicine is extremely strong. You have no internal strength. If you continue to suppress it, it will not do you any good."

The cold feeling coming from Meng Xian's body made Ling Ziliang lose his mind again, and he couldn't help but grab Meng Xian's cool and smooth hand.

It was at this moment that Meng Xian clearly felt that Ling Ziliang was trembling all over.

Heartache instantly enveloped his heart, and Meng Xian kissed his neck gently, trying to relieve him of the pain.

The coldness and tenderness coming from his neck made Ling Ziliang's body suddenly tremble. He opened his closed eyes in an instant, struggling with some sense.

Suddenly, he tremblingly let go of Meng Xian's hand, his eyes showed despair, and he said word by word: "If you dare, I will kill myself."

The last traces of reason in his dark eyes were also falling, but despair swept through his eyes like a storm, which was the awareness of death.

Meng Xian stopped moving, stood up slowly and mechanically, and walked to Ling Ziliang. Seeing the despair and helplessness in his eyes, his heart was so painful that it was about to break.

"Ling Ziliang, why would you rather die than be with me?" Meng Xian pressed forward step by step and continued to ask. He was unwilling to give in. It has been ten years and this should not be the result.

Ling Ziliang slowly opened his eyes, and blood spread rapidly along the corners of his enchanting, flower-like red mouth.

Looking at Meng Xian intently, he said seriously: "Because, being with you will make my life worse than death."

Ling Ziliang's words were so harsh and harsh that it hurt Meng Xian to have difficulty breathing.
Chapter completed!