After she sent several messages in succession, Song Cheng finally replied.

However, when Yatong saw his message, she almost vomited blood.

"Stupid woman! I won't let you go!"

A text message from Song Cheng almost made Yatong angry to death.

She immediately replied, "What do you mean? You don't care about me at this time?"

Song Cheng replied with two words, "Idiot!"

Yatong's eyes were filled with anger, and she wished she could tear Song Cheng into pieces.

But now she really has no other choice. She can only calm down her anger and keep adjusting her emotions.

After adjusting herself, she humbly apologized to Song Cheng.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Cheng. Sister Xiao Tong was confused by anger, so she said nonsense. If you don't care about Sister Xiao Tong now, Sister Xiao Tong will really die. I don't even know what it means to be alive?"

When she replied to the message, Song Cheng did not respond.

She replied, "Xiao Cheng, how could you not help me? How could you? Do you want to see me die? I really feel helpless now..."

Just when she was very anxious and irritated, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

When she saw it was Song Cheng, Yatong didn't react for a moment.

Song Cheng leaped forward, grabbed her body, and kissed her pale lips.

Yatong opened her eyes.

Song Cheng's body was still wrapped in the chill of the night, and even his whole body exuded an icy and arrogant chill.

His behavior was so domineering that Yatong had no time to react. He kissed her fiercely.

Yatong was stunned, completely stunned. The pupils in her eyes dilated instantly, so she looked at the face so close to her.

She once thought Song Cheng's face was extremely evil, but now she felt that his face was ghostly and grim.

It's chilling just to look at it.

She had never felt that Song Cheng had become so terrifying that she was stunned by the kiss. Only two small hands were left, mechanically grasping the bed sheet, holding it tightly.

Song Cheng's kiss was like a tornado, as if it was going to sweep everything away. It was more like gnawing at the fragile Ya Tong.

Until his lips tasted the salty taste of blood and his dark eyes focused on a clear edge.

Then he released her lips.

In just a few minutes, Yatong experienced an unprecedented disaster.

When Song Cheng left her lips, she almost instinctively picked up the pillow and threw it at Song Cheng.

Song Cheng caught the pillow with caution, and at the moment when she was about to lose her temper, he covered her lips with his palm, glanced in the direction of the curtains, and warned him not to talk nonsense.

Yatong followed his gaze and remembered that there was a bug in the ward. Her angry words could only get stuck in her throat.

Song Cheng's passionate kiss on her couldn't be known to anyone else, especially Brother Ling. If he knew, then she would really have no hope at all.

Therefore, she could only stare at Song Cheng with turbulent eyes.

She really wanted to cut Song Cheng into pieces. This damn Song Cheng was a psychopath.

Why rush in and kiss her?

She had only kissed Brother Zero in her life.

hateful!

Song Cheng's evil eyes were cold and wanton. Facing her anger, a hint of madness and arc rose at the corners of his lips.

He kissed Yatong, and finally kissed Yatong.

For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to kiss her, to have her attention.

But she only had eyes for Song Ling. No matter how he behaved or how hard he tried, she only had Song Ling in her heart and eyes.

He has been disguised as a cynical person for so many years that he has long developed a calm and restrained way of dealing with things.

However, just now, after seeing her text message saying that she couldn't live anymore, he couldn't control his anger.

Or, to be more precise, it should be uncontrollable jealousy!

Yatong cried bitterly, even though she couldn't say anything or question him. But she was so angry that she picked up her phone and typed a line of words on the screen for him to see.

Her fingers were so hard that they seemed to be about to pierce the screen.

Song Cheng glanced at her, opened his phone and saw this message:

"Are you crazy? Are you crazy? Why are you doing this? Are you crazy?"

Yatong felt humiliated, so her tears were tears of humiliation. She also subconsciously rubbed her lips with her fingers, as if to wipe away the traces of his kiss.

Song Cheng's eyes burned her like flames, and Ya Tong kept rubbing her lips.

Song Cheng's kiss tore her lips, and the wound became even bigger. Deep red blood flowed out along the corners of her lips and into her neck.

The crimson blood stung his eyes and heart.

A jealous rage surged from his heart, and flames flew everywhere.

He couldn't help but rush forward again and grabbed her neck directly, as if he wanted to tear her into pieces.

Her disgust directly hurt his self-esteem and made him jealous.

For a moment, Yatong's breathing was controlled by him. She blushed sadly and looked at him with wide eyes.

She couldn't make any sound, but just stared at him innocently, with tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes.

Just when she thought she was about to die and was surrounded by overwhelming darkness, a curtain opened in front of her.

Song Cheng loosened his fingers and she could breathe again.

She gasped, shook her head with tears in her eyes, and shrank back in fear.

Song Cheng took a deep breath, and after a complex emotion rolled up in his heart, he carried her to the quilt and typed on it.

"My kiss disgusts you so much? So repulsive?"

Yatong placed her fingers on his neck and could only shake her head instinctively, unable to say a word, nor daring to say anything.

Song Cheng was as scary as a devil in front of her. She had never felt that he was so scary. Her heart was trembling, her eyes were trembling, and her whole body felt cold.

Song Cheng's eyes were full of light, and there was a ray of fire at the bottom of his deep eyes.

In his heart, ten thousand horses were galloping through his body. He didn't understand why she rejected his kiss so much. What on earth was he inferior to that bastard Song Ling?

Ya Tong didn't dare to cry, but just looked at Song Cheng sadly and fearfully, worried that he would turn into a devil again.

Song Cheng typed another line of words.

"Don't you like me kissing you? Are you afraid of me? Then don't expect me to help you anymore!"

After reading this line, Yatong kept shaking her head and her body trembled even more.

Song Cheng, this is a threat to her, a naked threat!

She could only cry and look at him, typing on the table,

"Don't...Xiao Cheng...how did you become like this? I'm going to marry your eldest brother. I'm your future sister-in-law. How could you kiss me? Xiao Cheng, calm down and sober up."

Song Cheng raised his lips in a provocative sneer and quickly typed out a line of words.

"I'm kissing my future sister-in-law! I'm going to get everything that belongs to my eldest brother!"

When Yatong saw this, her face turned as pale as Chinese rice paper. She saw a hideous and perverted desire for revenge in Song Cheng's eyes.

Her limbs had grown so cold that she suddenly regretted provoking him. This Song Cheng was truly terrifying. He had always disguised himself with a cynical face.

In reality, he is cruel, calculating, perverted, and extreme. He is simply the devil incarnate.

Damn it, how could she mess with him?

But she seemed to have no way out.