Douluo's Peerless Reincarnation

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He was shaking so much that he could hardly speak a word. There was pain in his eyes, and he was almost about to collapse.

He didn't know, his cat.

I had made such a big sacrifice for him.

"Mao Mao. I'm sorry for you. Mao Mao..."

He spoke in a low voice, like a wounded beast whispering.

Gu listened casually and in absent-minded silence.

She seemed to be able to imagine the embarrassed and begging state of the man on the other end.

The two had been together before, and she understood him.

Such understanding, the way he frowned, the way he was helpless, the way he pampered her with a gentle smile, the way he got angry at her.

She remembered it all, as if it was deeply engraved in the deepest part of her memory.

But she felt that she couldn't imagine it.

The two of them broke up for so long, and he is no longer the same person as he was then.

Probably, after so many years, Ning Qinghong has become the person Qiao Yiwei is most familiar with.

Gu Sui held the mobile phone in one hand, put it to his ear and listened silently.

The other little white hand was raised feebly and blocked in front of Xingyan.

She was hiding something, her eyes were misty, and her throat seemed to be blocked by a sour thing, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Ning Qinghong raised his head, his Qingjun face was extremely handsome, a face that made people crazy, his eyes were red, and he could not hide the deep pain.

"Mao Mao." Ning Qinghong spoke, and his usually clear voice was hoarse at this moment, as if it had been rubbed on rough sandpaper, "You used to love me so much, can you no longer love me?"

He asked in such a soft voice.

Cautious and pleading.

He had never spoken to Gu casually like this.

In her mind, he had always been the gentle Ning Qinghong.

Even if they break up, even if she can only see him on TV and the LCD screen of shopping mall advertisements later, he is dignified and elegant.

He has always been Ning Qinghong, the Ning Qinghong who shines brightly and attracts everyone's attention.

Actor Ning is crazily admired and sought after by everyone.

She had never seen such a fragile side of Ning Qinghong.

Gu Sui's heart ached greatly.

There were a little wet tears in the corners of her eyes, and she laughed silently, as if she was about to cry, but didn't.

"I can't. I don't love you anymore...why do you think I told you that I was almost raped and photographed naked?"

Gu Ran's voice was so quiet in the dark night, with a sense of emptiness, so lonely that it made people feel chilly.

She smiled softly, "Qinghong, I'm not telling you this to make you appreciate me, nor to tell you how much I love you, how much I have sacrificed for you, and to beg you to change your mind and come back to me with tears. Around you. No, I’m not trying to use this to make you soften your heart and sympathize with me.”

Ning Qinghong's voice was hoarse: "What is that?"

Gu Sui closed his eyes in discomfort, removed Xiaobai's hand, stared at a void point in the air, and said softly:

"I'm telling you to make you feel guilty, do you understand? If you feel sorry for me at all and feel grateful for what I have done for you, then don't look for me again. If two people meet, Treat them as strangers. Please, don’t cause me any more trouble."

"Cat!" Ning Qinghong's eyes suddenly hurt.

We will never know each other again.

Maomao could actually say such heart-wrenching words.

"How can I ever appreciate what you did for me."

Ning Qinghong lowered his eyes calmly, his pupils suddenly covered with a ferocious red color.

As if declaring, his voice suddenly became cold and chilly: "I will not give up on you. Cat, you love me, and you will love me again."

Gu casually bit her lip, biting it hard. The soft corners of her lips were bitten by her, and there was a little blood.

She stopped talking and cut off the phone.

*

The call was suddenly hung up, and Ning Qinghong held the phone with his slender fingers.

His narrow eyes looked at the black screen, which showed that the call had ended.

He looked at the screen of his mobile phone, and his head, because of the drunkenness, was thinking about what Maomao had just said.

Such a soft and delicate voice speaks words that are heart-breaking.

"I'm telling you to make you feel guilty."

"If two people meet, please treat them as if they don't know each other."

"Don't cause me any more trouble."

When did he become Maomao's trouble?

Ning Qinghong's head was like a cassette, playing Gu Suiran's words over and over again.

His whole body was filled with trembling pain. The pain was almost unbearable for him.

After drinking too much wine, my fragile stomach was protesting and throbbing.

Ning Qinghong's face was a little pale, but he didn't care at all. He stretched out his hand to pick up the red wine in front of him, picked up the bottle, put the bottle mouth to his lips, and raised his head to drink.

The wine bottle was already empty.

Not a drop left.

"boom……"

The wine bottle in his hand was smashed against the wall with great force, making a huge sound and the bottle shattered to the ground.

Qiao Yiwei took the key, opened the door, and came in from the outside. She was startled by the sudden loud noise.

"Qinghong, Qinghong, are you there?" With a soft voice, she asked worriedly and quietly, "Why didn't you turn on the light?"

With long and thin fingers, he groped on the wall, found the switch, and turned on the light.

There was a snap.

The crystal chandelier in the center of the living room suddenly lit up.

The bright light was dazzling. Ning Qinghong frowned and blocked his eyes with his hands.

Turning on the light, Qiao Yiwei saw Ning Qinghong sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He smelled of alcohol and was lying lazily on the sofa, surrounded by empty beer bottles and red wine bottles, several of which had been finished.

"Qinghong." Qiao Yiwei walked up to him and looked at the wine bottle. The closer she got to him, the stronger the smell of alcohol became.

Qiao Yiwei frowned, and there was worry on Qiao Yiwei's pretty face, "Why did you drink so much?"

Ning Qinghong didn't answer. He put his big palm on his eyes and didn't move away.

It seemed that he didn't hear Qiao Yiwei's question.

Qiao Yiwei stood and stared at the man from top to bottom, with infatuation in her eyes.

Ning Qinghong wore a camel-colored sweater, revealing his delicate collarbones, and his profile was clear and smooth. The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are very thin, and the eyebrows are as thick as ink.

The man's facial features were as perfect as God's gift, and there was no imperfection in her eyes.

When Qiao Yiwei saw that he didn't move or answer, she withdrew her infatuated gaze, squatted down, and collected the wine bottles scattered on the ground, including the red wine bottles and broken glass that had been smashed just now.

Then, I went into the bathroom and got hot water.

The water flowed loudly.

Within a minute or two, Qiao Yiwei came out with a basin of hot water and a clean white towel, soaked in hot water and wrung it dry.

She held the hot towel and wiped it on his handsome face with meticulous and gentle movements.

Ning Qinghong opened his eyes suddenly. There was deep understanding in his eyes, and the scarlet color did not fade away.

His big hand suddenly stretched out and firmly grasped Qiao Yiwei's thin wrist holding the towel, staring at her without saying a word.

"Qinghong." Qiao Yiwei's hand hurt a little from being pinched. She couldn't bear it and whispered, "You hurt me."

Ning Qinghong didn't let go, and the strength of his hand movements tended to increase.

"Qinghong." Qiao Yiwei didn't know if Ning Qinghong was drunk. The pain in her wrist made her bite her lip.

She raised her eyes, with a tender look on her innocent little face, "I hurt."

Ning Qinghong's eyes were dark and unclear, and he looked at Qiao Yiwei's beautiful face for a few seconds.

He pulled her wrist sharply and was caught off guard. Qiao Yiwei fell into his arms.

His head hit his chest. He had a good figure and a thin layer of hard muscle lines.

She was a little hurt from the knock: "Qinghong."

Qiao Yiwei raised her head, stared at Ning Qinghong's slightly green stubble on his chin, and wanted to ask him what was wrong.

The words haven’t been spoken yet.

Ning Qinghong's lips fell, with the decadent breath of a man and the strong smell of red wine, falling on Qiao Yiwei's lips.

Tossing and turning and kissing.

Qiao Yiwei was stunned at first, and then happy.

After being with Qinghong for so long, he kissed her only a handful of times, and most of the time, she was the one taking the initiative or hinting.

This was the first time that Ning Qinghong took such initiative.

There was joy in Qiao Yiwei's eyes, and she relaxed her body to cooperate with him.

Two white arms stretched out and hugged Ning Qinghong's neck.

She opened her pale lips slightly and moved closer to facilitate his kiss.

The tip of Ning Qinghong's tongue penetrated her mouth and touched her lilac uvula.

In less than three seconds, he pushed away the person in his arms, and his mind suddenly became clear: "No, it's not you..."

No, it doesn't feel right.

Not this person?

This person is not his cat.

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