Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 25 He Has No Heart at All

Unexpectedly, the soil under her feet sank at this moment, and at the moment of lightning, she failed to stand firm in time...

So, in the next second, she fell into the lake without any accident.

"Help..." Immediately, the gurgling water rushed into her throat.

When the water just covered her head, a strong sense of suffocation surged up in an instant, and Song Xiaolin struggled and thumped continuously, causing large and small splashes.

Suffocate, suffocate...

In the haze, she seemed to see a familiar figure standing on the shore.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she felt that she had seen those black eyes somewhere before.

Eyes like watching a play.

Go to a play?

Oh, remembered.

He is Duan Yicheng.

But at this moment, surrounded by great fear, she completely ignored whether the person on the shore was Duan Yicheng or not, and could only instinctively ask him for help: "...help me...help me."

"Okay, you beg me."

He looked at her condescendingly, like looking at a poor ant, his eyes showed a kind of indifference, the indifference in his bones was colder than the cold lake water.

Song Xiaolin suddenly remembered that this person...he has no heart at all.

The longer the time, the more suffocated.

And in her increasingly chaotic mind, she actually recalled all kinds of yesterday, from day to night, and finally stopped at her standing outside the coffee shop in the rain, looking up at Lu Jingyan through the glass window. Missing him made her heart ache more and more, repeatedly, she was already desperate to the dust.

She even had thoughts of wanting to die.

She felt that the lake water that wrapped her body was no longer so cold. Maybe it was because her heart hurt so much that her internal organs were paralyzed from the pain. How tiring she was alive, she would rather sink to the bottom of the lake.

Suddenly, she lost her struggle and sank into the lake bit by bit like a broken doll.

If you die, you will be free from everything, she thought.

I'm sorry, Lu Jingyan.

Suddenly, I felt a bit of warmth in the cold around my waist.

Then, someone put an arm around her waist and brought her out of the water.

As soon as he came out of the water, Song Xiaopur coughed violently, subconsciously grabbing that arm tightly.

In a daze, the man carried her to the shore, and there was a smell of drenched smoke in his nose.

Her consciousness was still not very clear, and she could only hear Duan Yicheng's roar, "Are you crazy, do you really want to die?"

After being yelled at by him, she woke up a little, her eyes were red, but she clearly remembered his indifferent eyes just now, and she couldn't help but sarcastically said, "I'm dead, isn't it just what you want?"

He choked, "You..."

Song Xiaolin looked up at him, the young man was wet all over, and his broken hair was randomly lifted by him, looking wild and wild, but her expression was not stained with emotion: "I should thank you for saving me, thank you Picked me up from the water at the last moment when I was about to suffocate, but you obviously knew how to swim, but you refused to save me when I still had hope of life, but you rescued me when I was desperate , but I no longer dream that you can come and save me."

He is the devil.

When she longed for life, he gave her the determination to die; when she wanted to die, he gave her the hope of life.

Her life was as uncontrollable as quicksand, but it seemed to be in his hands.

This feeling, like the bitterness of chewing wax, is hard to swallow.

Due to the cold, Song Xiaolin's body was trembling a little, her nose was sniffing, she bent down to pick up the wet schoolbag on the ground, turned and left without saying anything.

Duan Yicheng watched her receding back until she disappeared. That thin body was a bit lonely, like a lost lamb. He couldn't regain his senses after watching her for a long time, and there was a stuffy feeling in his chest, which could not be called sympathy. It is even more impossible to feel distressed.

Because he has no heart at all.

At that time, when he saw her struggling to survive in the water, he just thought it was fun, and the feeling of controlling other people's lives from above made his blood boil with excitement for a moment. There was a primitive ferocious beast living in his body, and it was showing its teeth and claws. Roaring, he broke free from the iron lock and wanted to rush out.

He likes to see people begging him, especially people from the Lu family.

But later, the desperately struggling person suddenly stopped struggling, and she began to slowly sink to the bottom of the lake bit by bit, like a bird that had lost its wings and could no longer fly. His incomplete expression seemed to be seeing the embarrassing and unbearable self. This scene severely burned his self-esteem.

He panicked and jumped down desperately to save her from the water.

At that time, he might not know that he saved her so desperately, as if he was saving his former self.

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Come to think of it, Song Xiaolin hadn't seen Lu Jingyan at home for two days.

He left early and returned late, but he was nowhere to be seen.

But she knew clearly that he was in a relationship and needed to be by his girlfriend's side.

But she... was in pain day and night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Sometimes when I fell asleep, I had dreams of repeated sadness and sadness. I woke up from the dream countless times, and then fell asleep countless times, like falling into the abyss, and the cycle continued. When I woke up at dawn, tears flow all over the face.

Over time, she felt that she was a little out of order, especially when she woke up this morning, her head was dizzy, her eyes were dark, and the whole world was spinning.

Senior two (three) class.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Song Xiaolin was ignored and isolated by the whole class without exception.

But today, she couldn't ignore it as usual.

Because, the English books and homework books she put in the drawer all disappeared.

It just so happens that this English teacher is a woman in her 50s and [-]s. She has been teaching for more than [-] years.

Now, she has it all.

"Which of you moved my things?"

She almost endured all the irritability in her heart and asked softly.

Everyone looked at her, but no one answered tacitly.

Song Xiaolin restrained his temper and repeated again: "Which of you touched my things?"

Still no answer.

Suddenly, she scratched the desk of the classmate next to her like crazy, trying to find her English book and homework.

The classmate pushed her away vigorously, and scolded: "You are sick, I didn't touch your things, why are you flipping through my books... Hey, hey, I just finished tidying up!"

The scene at that time was a little out of control.

Later, I don’t know who blew a whistle, and I yelled out of fear——

"Let's go to the trash can."

Suddenly, she stopped, feeling like thunder billowing above her head.

It's not far from here to the location of the trash can, it's only a few steps away, but she feels that it's been a century.

Every step is extraordinarily heavy.

(End of this chapter)