Crossing Worlds Provocation

The clothes on the shoulders half faded, revealing a white and round shoulder.

But he seemed to think she was slow, and he pulled directly behind her, instantly chilling from her wound, making her all tense.

She was stained with blood, but everyone thought it belonged to someone else.

Alcohol quickly came up to disinfect, Wen Xian suddenly grasped the car seat in pain, biting his lips.

In fact, she was already lucky in misfortune, and she was not shot.

Neither of them spoke, and even if she was in pain, they would grit their teeth.

The people behind him were also silent, staring at the wound, treating, disinfecting, and bandaging her. The whole person became more and more silent, and the breath became more and more depressed and condensed.

It wasn't that he found out by accident, she wouldn't tell him.

He just stared at the wound, and there seemed to be a picture constantly flashing in his mind.

A gun was aimed at her.

Pointed at her.

If one second later, even if it was that one second, she was probably a cold corpse lying on the ground at this time.

...

After the wound was treated and bandaged, Wen Xian slowly pulled up his clothes with trembling fingertips, and the hair on his forehead was faintly wet with sweat.

She turned around again slowly, and when she was sitting upright, Yu Guang seemed to see Lu Xiaozheng leaning on the car seat with her eyes closed.

His brows narrowed slightly, and he seemed extremely tired and exhausted.

Wen Xian's eyes flickered slightly, and just as he was about to say something, a voice suddenly sounded in the car:

"let's break up."

let's break up.

Having said that, he raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, his tone stopped being cold.

But Wen Xian's body suddenly froze.

Those fluttering words hit her heart heavily.

Inside the carriage, it was extremely quiet, and it seemed that he could hear his heart and breathing.

But she couldn't hear her.

I was holding my breath, and my heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.

When he opened his mouth slowly, his eyelashes agitated slightly: "You...just now, what did you say?"

She seemed to disbelieve, thinking she had heard it wrong.

Lu Xiao's closed eyes opened slowly, looking forward.

Under the dim car lights, his eyes looked more faint and profound in the half-bright and half-dark light.

When he spoke again, his voice was cold and indifferent as if he had no patience:

"Break up, I regret it."

After the words fell, the car fell into dead silence again.

Lu Xiao noticed that her gaze fell on him, but he didn't look at her.

Wen Xian was extremely quiet.

Quiet and terrible, she didn't cry, didn't make trouble, even didn't even question or shout.

But for a while, she looked at him so unblinkingly, and said slowly: "Lu Xiao, what are you talking about?"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly tightened his eyebrows.

Finally, he pressed his lower lip tightly, and the faint cold light reflected on the piercing pupils, and a few words indifferently popped out: "Why not be sincere."

Wen Xian looked at him, suddenly chuckled, and said: "Then look at me and say it again, you say it again, I won't bother you."

Lu Xiao clenched his fist tightly.

The fundus of his eyes suddenly became sore and swollen, but soon, he slowly loosened his clenched fist.

When I look at her again, my eyes are clear and indifferent: "When I can't help you, I find that we are still not suitable. Now I will send you back, and I will not contact you again in the future."

Lu Xiao looked at her and said.

It was only the moment when her eyes met that she saw her eyes flushed.