May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

The most sensible and dullest of these was Sheng Ning. There was still a slight smile on her face, and the look in Meng Ping's eyes was straightforward.

"You know? The way you look now is really ridiculous, very, very ridiculous." She was pressed on the sofa by Meng Ping and said sarcastically.

"Why am I ridiculous?" A man can't stand the ridicule from a woman the most, especially an extremely overbearing person like Meng Ping. With a hint of hostility on his handsome face, he pushed her against the sofa with his body.

The bodies of the two individuals are closely attached to each other.

"You know, I can own you now. When you become my woman, I will take good care of you and spoil you, and don't want any man to look at you too much. Okay?"

"it is good……"

"Really?" Meng Ping's eyes lit up, and Sheng Ning's next words were like a basin of ice water poured from the head.

"But you don't have this life, do you know Meng Ping? The person I hate the most is you. You'd better not show up in front of me, or I will stab you again."

Sheng Ning's eyes were unfamiliar, staring at him for an instant, the hatred in his eyes was thick like ink that couldn't be melted, and the people who watched were frightened. Since being reborn, she has been repressed, bitterly repressed, wanting to completely draw a line from the people before, wanting to change her destiny, and not repeating the same mistakes.

But some people are unwilling to let her go, and prejudice against her.

"You let me go." Sheng Ning said coldly.

"I won't let it go, I just won't let it go." Meng Ping pressed her on the back of the sofa and crunched her chin in one hand and said viciously: "Obviously you provoked me first, but you ignored me again and again. What is inferior to Xu Qigang? How am I worse than him?"

"You can't compare to him at all, don't mention his name, because you are not worthy." Sheng Ning was unwilling to show weakness, struggling hard but the strength simply resisted not leaving his control.

She knew, don't think Meng Ping was an idle dude. But because of Meng Fan's training since he was a child, his skills are not bad, much better than ordinary men.

It's really not enough to compare myself with his strength. But it doesn't matter, she has a way to let him let go.

"Damn it!" Meng Ping, who was already in a frantic impulse, didn't dare to ignore it when she was stimulated by her words. Pressing people under her body directly seals her lips, soft, fragrant, sweet...

Until he tasted the smell of fishy sweetness.

Meng Ping suddenly became sober, he let go of the restraint on her absentmindedly, and looked at her who was leaning on the white sofa, his whole body soaked in blood. Snow-white face, cold and indifferent, pale mouth with blood stains...

"Since I don't stab you, but I can stab myself..." Sheng Ning laughed, smiling sadly, not like usual herself.

She knew that she was too self-willed this time, and maybe she had other solutions, but she didn't want to. She has been depressed for so long, she needs the window to vent, she likes such a happy way.

All problems can be solved with one cut.

In her previous life, she had been imprisoned for so many years because she gave Meng Ping a knife. This has always become a scar and a thorn in her heart. Eat her heart all the time, dreaming back at midnight, she dreamed of this **** saber countless times.

The body is slowly cooling down, and the mouth is full of sweet smells. But she didn't care, she even felt happy. Sheng Ning raised the small saber in front of her eyes and looked at it with blurry eyes.