Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

The glass in Xia Ruoxin's hand was a full glass of wine. There was no temperature in her cold room. This was the third glass. She had a feeling. Would n’t she want to drink it? Now let her drink to death. And did he really hate her so much?

Four years, four years, still did not make him less hate.

How much of his hatred has ruined her once? Isn't that enough?

"Drink!" A faint voice came, not too heavy, or even very light, but Xia Ruoxin once again knew that the man was cruel, and that he was ruthless.

She picked up the wine glass, she raised her head, and finished drinking the glass with difficulty. Her face was almost as pale as she was, she would not be drunk, and she did not want to be drunk. She drank so much wine, but her Consciousness is becoming more and more sober. Even, I can feel every bit of hatred and every kind of ruthlessness in this man.

Another cup, Xia Ruoxin held the cup in his hand and put it on his lips. His chest was constantly undulating. A trembling lip had lost his blood color, and long tassel-like eyelashes were shaking from time to time. Too much pain.

She could n’t drink, she could n’t drink it, and she did n’t know if her stomach would break.

It was just that the man's cold gaze followed her all the time. She held up the wine glass, her eyelashes fell slightly, and a series of tears rolled down into the wine. Her lips moved slightly, but her hands were light.

Looking back, in the hazy room, he saw Chu Li holding a wine glass in his left hand and drank it himself. Compared to her wolverine, he was extremely elegant and natural, like the emperor of the same country, who controls all life and death in this world. Power, and she is just one of the most lowly female slaves.

Chu Li lowered the wine glass in her hand, and then reached out and put it on Xia Ruoxin's chin, admiring her abnormal skin tone. There was nothing but coldness in her eyes.

"Are you thinking what I want to do to you?" His voice came indifferently. Xia Ruoxin felt that his body was being blown by cold winds one after another, and Ling was late.

"Is there a difference?" She suddenly smiled sternly. "Mr. Chu, is there a difference? What did you do to me before, now what is the difference? Are they all tortured and divided so much, is it interesting? "And she never thought about what he would show to her men? She is not what he loves, but he hates. With this in mind, she has not forgotten for four years.

Suddenly Chulu felt as if her fingers were hot, and she shook off Xia Ruoxin's chin. He stood up, mocked and laughed condescendingly, embarrassed her, and looked at the desolation in her eyes.

"You'll know soon," he sneered suddenly, bent down his waist, and grabbed Xia Ruoxin's left hand directly, but only found out that her hand had no resistance, and he It was discovered that from beginning to end, she only used her right hand, but her left hand was not moved.

His fingers moved upwards and onto her wrists, but he really felt the bones above her wrists, and it seemed that they had been misaligned.

"Why not treat it?" His eyes suddenly turned red, not knowing what it was, and there was something frantic and irritable in that voice.

"Why not treat it?" Xia Ruoxin repeated his words, withdrew his left hand from his hand, and then gently stroked his weak left arm with his right hand. "Did you forget it? Mr. Chu, who has no money and A woman who no one wants, what ability does she have to treat her hands, and these are not yours? Aren't you going to avenge your wife, so you revenge, you are satisfied, you are happy, Now, Mr. Chu, isn't it redundant? "