"Why did you do this?" Finally, Catherine spoke with extreme doubts.

Kristen looked proud, waiting for her to say that she was satisfied and that she liked it. Unexpectedly, this was what she said!

If he read it correctly, it's still a question, right?

Shit!

Doesn't she know why he did this?

Did he have water in his brain or was he kicked by a donkey? You can't tell what he was doing at this point.

"You don't know what I'm for?" Christine approached her with a cold face, his strong body pressed against her, and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

The deep eyes are like two abyss, with no edge or bottom visible.

His proximity, his breath, and his body temperature were transmitted to her skin through the clothes, and her heartbeat began to beat uncontrollably, as if she was dancing a fierce samba, frantic and passionate!

"I don't know." His fingertips suddenly tightened, pinching her painfully, her brows furrowed, and she spoke word by word: "I don't know, after I was captured by the American emperor and injected with the vaccine, until After being cured, your contrasting attitudes during this period of time made me feel uneasy. Christine, I don’t want your sympathy, let alone your pity! You don’t need to feel guilty towards me at all, because I don’t need it! "

"Pity? Sympathy?" Kristen had never felt that these two words were so ironic, mocking everything he did, like a purposeful joke.

He kept nodding, with anger burning in his eyes, and started to take off his suit jacket, and then unbuttoned his shirt with quick movements.

Because he was in a hurry, he failed to unbutton the buttons several times. He cursed softly and tore them open with both hands, causing all the buttons to fall to the ground.

Catherine looked at him losing control and took a step back. The next second she caught him back: "Do I pity you? I **** still pity you? Catherine, open your eyes and let me see clearly. Look. Look at the wounds here, they are all caused by you, thanks to you! Now, you also pity me, sympathize with me, treat me the same way I treat you, do you dare ?!”

Catherine's eyes widened, looking at the scars the size of fingernails on his lean and muscular lower abdomen. Looking up, she saw the deep scratches on his shoulders, which looked so dazzling against his white skin. and thriller.

How much force must be used to make several such deep wounds?

There were too many emotions in her eyes, and after the shock, she felt unspeakable heartache.

Kristen pointed to the scar on her lower abdomen and said coldly: "Did you see it? This is all thanks to you! If it weren't for saving you, would I have deserved to be shot like this? Look at these scratches! If it wasn't for letting If you don’t hurt others, do I need to use my body to hurt you? Speaking of sympathy and pity, the person who deserves sympathy and pity should be me, right? Also, even if you are captured by the American imperialists and become a human being You are a monster who is neither human nor ghost. Do I have to put down my body to pity you just to feel a little bit of guilt? Catherine, please tell me, do I have to do this? "

Perhaps he was yelling too hysterically, or perhaps his words were too shocking to her. Catherine opened her eyes wide and looked at him intently, unable to say a word.

Yes, what he said is absolutely correct.

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