"Why are you doing this?" In the end, Catherine spoke with extreme doubts.

Christine looked proud and waited for her to speak with satisfaction and liked her. Unexpectedly, what she said was like!

If he read it correctly, it would be a question?

shi.t!

She doesn't know what he did this?

I can't tell what he is doing for if he gets into the brain or is kicked by a donkey?

"You don't know what I'm doing?" Christine approached her coldly, her strong body pressed against her, and she grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at herself.

The deep eyes are like two abysses, unable to see the edge or bottom.

His approach, his breath, and his body temperature were transmitted to her skin through the fabric, and his heartbeat was uncontrollably dancing, like dancing a fierce samba, fanatic and passion!

"I don't know." His fingertips suddenly tightened, pinching her torment, and frowned, and she spoke word by word: "I don't know, after I was captured by the US and was vaccinated, until I was cured, your contrasting attitude made me feel uneasy. Christine, I don't want your sympathy, let alone your pitifulness! You don't have to feel guilty about me at all, because I don't need it!"

"Pity? Sympathy?" Christine never felt that these two words were so ironic, and that everything he did was like a purposeful joke.

He nodded constantly, with anger burning in his eyes, so he took off his suit jacket, and then he unbuttoned his shirt neatly.

Because of the rush, the buttons were not untied several times. He lowered his curse and tore them with both hands, and the buttons all fell to the ground.

Catherine looked at his somewhat out of control and took a step back. The next second, she immediately caught him: "I pity you? I *** still sympathize with you? Catherine, open her eyes and show me clearly. Look at the injuries on it, all of them are caused by you, thanks to you! Now, you also pity me, sympathize with me, and your attitude towards me*** is like I treat you, do you dare?!"

Catherine widened her eyes and looked at the fingernail-sized scar on his clear and thin and firm belly. She looked up and saw the deep scratches on his shoulders, which looked so dazzling and terrifying against his white skin.

How much force should it take to cut out several wounds of such a deep one?

There were too many emotions in her eyes, and after being shocked, she felt heartbroken.

Christine pointed to the scar on her lower abdomen and said coldly: "Did you see it? This is all thanks to you! If it weren't for saving you, would I be shot? Look at this scratch! If it wasn't for you not to hurt others, would I be able to hurt you with my own body? Speaking of sympathy and pity, I should be the one who should be sympathized with and pity, right? Also, even if you were captured by the Americans and became a monster that is neither human nor ghost, would I be able to put down my figure for the slightest guilt and do these sympathy for you? Catherine, tell me, can I be sympathized with me?"

Maybe he yelled too hysterical, or maybe his words were too shocking for her. Catherine opened her eyes wide and looked at him with a steady silence, unable to say a word.
Chapter completed!