Gong Chen suddenly reached out his large palm and placed it behind song Chenxi's head. His thin lips suddenly kissed her.
It was overbearing and unusually violent.
It was as if even his breathing was going to be taken over by Gong Chen!
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Song Chenxi's eyebrows drooped slightly, looking as pitiful as ink.
His lips were warm.
Song Chenxi thought to herself.
All these years, she had been woken up by countless nightmares.
In her dream, the bullet that was supposed to be in her head shot through Gong Chen's body. Large amounts of red blood gushed out of his body, and he died again and again. Every time, she was so desperate that she broke down.
When she woke up, song Chenxi swore that as long as Gong Chen could live well, the rest ...
Then everything was no longer important!
If it wasn't for that bullet that was out of place ...
