Fu Jingfeng looked at her tears and felt more and more sad.

"They are tears of disgust."

Gu Weiyi finally came up with this pretty good reason.

In fact, she just felt distressed.

But how could she tell him?

Even she herself was surprised that she had persisted until the seventh day before returning.

She thought she would be able to be indifferent when she came back.

She told herself over and over again that she didn't care about him.

What's so special about a man who is entangled with a woman who has tried to kill her several times?

She didn't want him anymore.

She would put away all the love and care she once had for him and bury it in the deepest valley.

But, the moment I touched his arm, the strong wall I had built in my heart immediately collapsed.

When I see him, I can't control myself.

"I can disgust you even more."

Fu Jingfeng spoke in a low voice, and after he finished speaking, he held her face and kissed her again.

Gu Weiyi pushed him reflexively, and when she touched his shoulder, she immediately moved somewhere else.

But she accidentally touched his chest and felt his hot heartbeat.

She panicked and was held in his arms, unable to resist any longer.

He kissed her forcefully and picked her up from the ground.

Gu Weiyi immediately noticed something was wrong with the sleeve of his white shirt, and patted his shoulder in shock, reminding him: "Hurry, put me down, you're bleeding."

"Do you care?"

Fu Jingfeng looked at her nervous expression and questioned in a low voice.

Yes, he wanted her to admit it.

"I……"

"You don't care."

Fu Jingfeng held her horizontally and walked towards her bedroom.