Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yun said goodbye to Song Chuhui, and told her to take care of her health. She was about to get up and leave here. After this moment, the two of them might never meet again.
However, just as Zhang Yun was about to get up, Song Chuhui suddenly hugged Zhang Yun's waist and pulled Zhang Yun back to her.
Zhang Yun was a little confused immediately, thinking that she wanted to use the same trick again, and was about to question her, but the next moment, Song Chuhui said to him with tears in her eyes:
Please don’t leave so quickly. I am really scared by myself. Can you stay with me? I don’t want you to leave, you can’t leave.
Song Chuhui's words are sincere. You ask a girl who is full of pain and fear to stay in the hotel alone, how can you not be afraid?
To be honest, if an ordinary man sees a naked beauty begging you to stay with her, he will probably follow the other party without saying a word.
But Zhang Yun only felt that this would never end. He even had a feeling that if he stayed here again, this girl would be like a beautiful snake and would entangle him, which made Zhang Yun feel trembling.
The next moment, Zhang Yun said to Song Chuhui softly:
Don't do this, why don't I send you home, or you can go to a friend's house?
But then, more tears came from Song Chuhui's beautiful eyes. She hugged him tightly with her two arms, wishing she could crush Zhang Yun into her soft bones, and said with a wry smile:
I have no home and no friends. My friends are all those girls. Do you really want to send me to their place?
At the same time, Song Chuhui took advantage of Zhang Yun's inattention and then casually split her fair and beautiful legs, and immediately wrapped them around Zhang Yun's waist again, which made Zhang Yun extremely moved.
In just a moment, Zhang Yun's little face turned pale again. Zhang Yun never expected that he would be shamelessly deceived by this girl.
But before Zhang Yun was angry and scolded Song Chuhui for being despicable, Song Chuhui gently kissed his lips, as if he was missing him, and kept sucking, but the pair of sad and beautiful tears were always staring at him.
At this moment, Zhang Yun felt a feeling of cold hair and bones all over his body, and Song Chuhui's body began to become hot again.
However, just when Zhang Yun thought he was about to be eaten again, the next moment, Song Chuhui let him go dejectedly and said calmly:
You go.
Hearing this, Zhang Yun felt a little surprised. He looked at Song Chuhui's pure and pretty face with no expression, and did not dare to think too much, so he got up immediately.
Then Zhang Yun didn't dare to stay for too long, so he turned around and prepared to leave. This time, Zhang Yun did not hesitate at all, but just as Zhang Yun walked to the door, Song Chuhui's voice suddenly floated into his ears:
Let's see you in the next life.
In just a moment, Zhang Yun's heart felt a sense of danger again. He suddenly looked back and saw Song Chuhui picking up the fruit knife again and preparing to stab him hard in the chest.
At this moment, Song Chuhui's face was full of despair, her beautiful eyes were not shining at all, but just staring at the ceiling emptyly.
The next moment, Song Chuhui grabbed the fruit knife and prepared to end him.
But in the end, she looked at Zhang Yun deeply, her pale white lips twitching, as if she was saying something, and she seemed to be smiling at him. However, that smile made Zhang Yun so frightened.
On the spot, Zhang Yun rushed over without hesitation, his face full of horror and horror, but Zhang Yun was late after all.
Just as Zhang Yun's hand was two centimeters away from the fruit knife, the knife had penetrated deeply into Song Chuhui's chest. In just a moment, the extremely sad blood flowed out of Song Chuhui's chest.
Following Song Chuhui's no longer rosy skin, it flowed on the bed sheets under her, completely dyeing the white sheets red. In that way, the entire sheets were completely soaked in red.
Incomparably terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yun hugged Song Chuhui, who fell to the ground like a kite with broken strings, and looked at the girl's constantly moving lips and her increasingly dizzy eyes.
This girl is about to die, right in her arms, her life is passing by rapidly.
Song Chuhui is not afraid of death. She has wanted to die countless times, but this time, she died for Wu Xuemie, and Song Chuhui does not regret it. Since she can't love her, she will still let this love be completely sealed.
However, even so, Song Chuhui still smiled at Zhang Yun slightly, and the last reflection of those beautiful eyes turned out to be the boy.
It was strange that Song Chuhui did not feel sad or self-mockery, and did not feel sad because this person was not Wu Xuemie. She only felt that this person's arms were really warm, which made her quickly cold body want to hug her more.
At this moment, Zhang Yun hated himself so much that he bit his lower lip with his eyes rippled. Why, why didn't he save her, why did she let her die in front of him? He was simply the most evil bastard in the world.
He thought this girl would be fine, but in the end, the girl chose to commit suicide. He was the ridiculous fool in the world.
This extremely painful torture made Zhang Yun's lower lip dripping bloody, and tears poured out from Zhang Yun's eyes, dripping on Song Chuhui's pretty face, which was completely bloodless.
It even dripped into Song Chuhui's slightly opened white mouth.
At this moment, Song Chuhui looked at Zhang Yun's uncontrollable pain and felt a little painful in her heart, but in the end, Song Chuhui only struggled and murmured two words:
Hug me
It was not until this moment that Song Chuhui truly understood the horror and coldness brought by death, which was eternal darkness and silence, which would freeze all her past.
Hearing this, Zhang Yun nodded desperately, avoided the fruit knife, and directly held Song Chuhui in his arms.
At this moment, this is probably the only thing Zhang Yun could do. The knife had been deeply inserted into her heart, and the only thing that was left to her was death. He could only hold her gradually cold body as much as possible to give her the last warmth.
Just when Song Chuhui felt that her life was about to end, she forced herself to breathe a sigh of relief. Even she herself didn't know why, so she asked Zhang Yun a question:
Do you love me?
Almost in an instant, Zhang Yun nodded vigorously, and showed a gentle smile with all his might. With the slowly flowing tears of regret, he said softly:
Love, I love you, I love you, I love you, I really love you
However, just as Zhang Yun was about to get up, Song Chuhui suddenly hugged Zhang Yun's waist and pulled Zhang Yun back to her.
Zhang Yun was a little confused immediately, thinking that she wanted to use the same trick again, and was about to question her, but the next moment, Song Chuhui said to him with tears in her eyes:
Please don’t leave so quickly. I am really scared by myself. Can you stay with me? I don’t want you to leave, you can’t leave.
Song Chuhui's words are sincere. You ask a girl who is full of pain and fear to stay in the hotel alone, how can you not be afraid?
To be honest, if an ordinary man sees a naked beauty begging you to stay with her, he will probably follow the other party without saying a word.
But Zhang Yun only felt that this would never end. He even had a feeling that if he stayed here again, this girl would be like a beautiful snake and would entangle him, which made Zhang Yun feel trembling.
The next moment, Zhang Yun said to Song Chuhui softly:
Don't do this, why don't I send you home, or you can go to a friend's house?
But then, more tears came from Song Chuhui's beautiful eyes. She hugged him tightly with her two arms, wishing she could crush Zhang Yun into her soft bones, and said with a wry smile:
I have no home and no friends. My friends are all those girls. Do you really want to send me to their place?
At the same time, Song Chuhui took advantage of Zhang Yun's inattention and then casually split her fair and beautiful legs, and immediately wrapped them around Zhang Yun's waist again, which made Zhang Yun extremely moved.
In just a moment, Zhang Yun's little face turned pale again. Zhang Yun never expected that he would be shamelessly deceived by this girl.
But before Zhang Yun was angry and scolded Song Chuhui for being despicable, Song Chuhui gently kissed his lips, as if he was missing him, and kept sucking, but the pair of sad and beautiful tears were always staring at him.
At this moment, Zhang Yun felt a feeling of cold hair and bones all over his body, and Song Chuhui's body began to become hot again.
However, just when Zhang Yun thought he was about to be eaten again, the next moment, Song Chuhui let him go dejectedly and said calmly:
You go.
Hearing this, Zhang Yun felt a little surprised. He looked at Song Chuhui's pure and pretty face with no expression, and did not dare to think too much, so he got up immediately.
Then Zhang Yun didn't dare to stay for too long, so he turned around and prepared to leave. This time, Zhang Yun did not hesitate at all, but just as Zhang Yun walked to the door, Song Chuhui's voice suddenly floated into his ears:
Let's see you in the next life.
In just a moment, Zhang Yun's heart felt a sense of danger again. He suddenly looked back and saw Song Chuhui picking up the fruit knife again and preparing to stab him hard in the chest.
At this moment, Song Chuhui's face was full of despair, her beautiful eyes were not shining at all, but just staring at the ceiling emptyly.
The next moment, Song Chuhui grabbed the fruit knife and prepared to end him.
But in the end, she looked at Zhang Yun deeply, her pale white lips twitching, as if she was saying something, and she seemed to be smiling at him. However, that smile made Zhang Yun so frightened.
On the spot, Zhang Yun rushed over without hesitation, his face full of horror and horror, but Zhang Yun was late after all.
Just as Zhang Yun's hand was two centimeters away from the fruit knife, the knife had penetrated deeply into Song Chuhui's chest. In just a moment, the extremely sad blood flowed out of Song Chuhui's chest.
Following Song Chuhui's no longer rosy skin, it flowed on the bed sheets under her, completely dyeing the white sheets red. In that way, the entire sheets were completely soaked in red.
Incomparably terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yun hugged Song Chuhui, who fell to the ground like a kite with broken strings, and looked at the girl's constantly moving lips and her increasingly dizzy eyes.
This girl is about to die, right in her arms, her life is passing by rapidly.
Song Chuhui is not afraid of death. She has wanted to die countless times, but this time, she died for Wu Xuemie, and Song Chuhui does not regret it. Since she can't love her, she will still let this love be completely sealed.
However, even so, Song Chuhui still smiled at Zhang Yun slightly, and the last reflection of those beautiful eyes turned out to be the boy.
It was strange that Song Chuhui did not feel sad or self-mockery, and did not feel sad because this person was not Wu Xuemie. She only felt that this person's arms were really warm, which made her quickly cold body want to hug her more.
At this moment, Zhang Yun hated himself so much that he bit his lower lip with his eyes rippled. Why, why didn't he save her, why did she let her die in front of him? He was simply the most evil bastard in the world.
He thought this girl would be fine, but in the end, the girl chose to commit suicide. He was the ridiculous fool in the world.
This extremely painful torture made Zhang Yun's lower lip dripping bloody, and tears poured out from Zhang Yun's eyes, dripping on Song Chuhui's pretty face, which was completely bloodless.
It even dripped into Song Chuhui's slightly opened white mouth.
At this moment, Song Chuhui looked at Zhang Yun's uncontrollable pain and felt a little painful in her heart, but in the end, Song Chuhui only struggled and murmured two words:
Hug me
It was not until this moment that Song Chuhui truly understood the horror and coldness brought by death, which was eternal darkness and silence, which would freeze all her past.
Hearing this, Zhang Yun nodded desperately, avoided the fruit knife, and directly held Song Chuhui in his arms.
At this moment, this is probably the only thing Zhang Yun could do. The knife had been deeply inserted into her heart, and the only thing that was left to her was death. He could only hold her gradually cold body as much as possible to give her the last warmth.
Just when Song Chuhui felt that her life was about to end, she forced herself to breathe a sigh of relief. Even she herself didn't know why, so she asked Zhang Yun a question:
Do you love me?
Almost in an instant, Zhang Yun nodded vigorously, and showed a gentle smile with all his might. With the slowly flowing tears of regret, he said softly:
Love, I love you, I love you, I love you, I really love you
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