With his big hand grasped the scissors, Zhou Zi's silent brown eyes flashed with a cold light, and the corners of his mouth curled up an evil curve: "The sharp weapon in the mansion is explicitly prohibited. You are isolated and helpless, but you can find scissors to defend yourself. I can't even show up even if I share the same bed with you. It's so good to hide."

"Do I praise you for being smart? Or should I say you are overestimating your abilities?"

Ye Yifan looked away without looking at him. She dug a hole under the pillow and put the scissors inside to prevent him from being very beastly.

But she still failed and once again hated her incompetence.

Looking at the woman with a cold expression, Zhou Zimo sneered sarcastically.

Look, this is the fourth concubine he loves day and night.

This is the woman he cared for, a pillow man who always thought about calculating him.

Ye Hancheng was injured, and she would stand by him without hesitation to care for him. Such a gentle tone and sincere greeting made him jealous.

Every time she talks to him, she either sarcastically or harshly attacks. Even when she deliberately pleases him and seduces him, her eyes are filled with a cold feeling that it cannot be dissolved, which is extremely hypocritical!

All he wants is her sincerity.

Even if there is a caring and considerate word, it has not been once!

Not once!

He handed the scissors in his hand to her little hand and asked her to hold it tightly: "Are you going to stab me? If you stab me, I will give Ye Hancheng ten more strokes. How about it? I promise you that I will never kill him!"

Zhou Zimo stroked her pink face expressionlessly, and her deep eyes stared at her eyes as bright as a sea of ​​stars.

Don't let go of any subtle expression on her face.

Holding her hand, slowly approaching his body...

Ye Yifan pulled his hand back hard and decisively threw the scissors to the ground.

With the sound of scissors falling to the ground, Zhou Zimo felt that his heart was also thrown to the ground.

Break into slag.

"Why give up?" At this moment, he wished she could pick up the scissors and stab him.

At least it proves that Ye Hancheng is not that important in her heart.

But she didn't even hesitate at all. She would give up on the things that hurt him.

Just like when she injured herself and assassinated herself, she was straightforward and decisive.

The hard heart in the chest seemed to have a layer of ice, and the chill spread throughout the body.

The man was cold without any ups and downs, but with a terrifying and terrifying atmosphere.

In the room, the atmosphere, the strange tranquility.

"If you want to die, you can go and commit suicide. Why do you let me do it?"

"You wish I could die, but you couldn't bear to bear the least harm!" Zhou Zimo's teeth were grinding a dangerous voice, his eyes were so cold that it was scary.

"You're just fucking fuck!"

He was like a lion who had completely lost his mind, pressing on her in anger.

"Go away! You are something worse than a pig or dog!"

"It's something that is worse than me, a pig and dog, that's yours!"

"If you want Ye Han to die, you should struggle hard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's scream rang out in the room.

Ye Yifan's face turned pale in pain and couldn't help but stand up.

Her hands were hanging down and she gave up resisting. Even if she didn't do it for Ye Hancheng, she wouldn't be able to get rid of him.

Any struggle won't result in deeper punishment.

Zhou Zimo's big hand pressed hard to her heart, wishing to reach into it, crush it, ravage it, and let her taste the pain.

Ye Yifan felt that his ribs were about to be broken by him. He was so strong that he felt severe pain in his heart.

"It hurts so much—" fog appeared in her eyes.
Chapter completed!