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He took her away from Gillian's room and came to a small western style house. He threw her into the bathroom and spat out a few words coldly, "take off your clothes and wash your dirty body for me!"

He closed the door and asked her to wash herself.

He was standing on the balcony of the room, smoking in his long fingers. He smoked heavily, smoking three cigarettes in succession.

The third cigarette butt is put out in the ashtray. He looks back, and the red phoenix eyes are staring at the door of the bathroom. It seems that after a long century, she has not come out.

He pulled out his long legs and walked over. With his big palm on the door, he wanted to open the door.

But she couldn't open it. She locked the door inside.

She locked the door.

His heart fell, and suddenly he had a bad feeling. He raised his long leg and kicked the door.

The door opened, he went in, he stepped on the water, bathtub water overflowed out, underwater lay a graceful figure.

Her beautiful black hair is all scattered under the water, and her white clothes are rippling, which makes her cold and dusty. She closes her eyes and has a smile on her lips. The smile is soft and peaceful.

She committed suicide.

She wanted to drown herself.

His black pupils contracted violently. He didn't know how he came forward and how he took her out of the water. He put her on the soft bed in the room and gave her CPR again and again.

Her little face was white and there was no sign of survival.

She's dead.

Is she dead?

There is no expression on his handsome face. Two big palms are superposed on her heart. He presses down. He doesn't know what he is doing. If she never wakes up, he will press down forever.

How long after that, when he was numb, she spat and woke up.

Her beautiful apricot eyes slowly opened, and she looked at the crystal chandelier on her head. A few seconds later, she murmured to herself, "still alive Why are you still alive? "

She asked, why are you still alive?

He gasped, his shirt and trousers were wet, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down his handsome cheek. He looked down at her and wanted to strangle her.

He didn't know which one of her suicides was playing?

All her gentleness is false, she just wants to give him a fatal blow.

What she thinks about is her first love Su Cheng, and he is just a demon who marries and seizes. She has no heart and love for him, but only hatred.

Why did she commit suicide?

Is it Every minute and every second with him has made her unbearable to this point. Would she rather get rid of him in the extreme way of death?

Lu Si Jue strode into the bathtub, directly took off his belt, silent and rude action occupied her.

The woman under her body didn't cry, she just looked at him and laughed, "Lu sijue, I haven't washed it yet, don't you think it's dirty?"

He was frozen.

"Ha, ha, Lu Si Jue, you are disgusted, aren't you? Yes, that's the disgusting feeling. Every time I kiss you and lie under you, that's what I feel. "

He quickly closed his red eyes and forced her to stare at the cold wall of the bathtub.

She curled up in pain, but she didn't cry out for pain. Her fingernails made deep blood marks on his muscles. "Lu Si Jue, get out of here, don't touch me. If you want to vent your lust, go to other women!"