Chapter 29: The Favorite of Pseudo-campus Literature (29)

The strength in his hands gradually increased.

Even though Qiao Xi's current body is a substitute, it is no different from a human's. She can even clearly feel that her breathing is becoming more and more difficult.

"An, Anxun..."

Her voice was trembling slightly, as weak as a fragile glass doll.

The girl's beautiful eyes were filled with tears as she looked at him in disbelief.

Shocked, puzzled, disappointed——

All kinds of complicated emotions intertwined together, and the light in her eyes began to grow dimmer and dimmer. She was still struggling.

Gradually.

The struggle became less intense.

The air gradually became thinner, and it became more and more difficult for her to breathe. Even her face turned red little by little under the man's gaze.

The hand that originally still had some strength to struggle.

But the last ray of hope was taken away, and it fell down helplessly.

An Xun's force was filled with rage, as if he really wanted to shatter her to pieces. But when he saw the girl gradually give up hope and stop struggling, his heart suddenly trembled and ached.

——By doing this, can you really achieve your wish?

There seemed to be a voice questioning in his mind, it was his own voice.

Why?

"Qiao Xi, are you born to be my nemesis?"

After a whisper, An Xun released her, his expression trembling with pain. He had clearly pinched her, but now he was more afraid than anyone else that the girl would disappear.

He hugged the girl tightly in his arms.

The pair of strong arms were trembling slightly, but the power they held on the girl was irresistible. It was as if they wanted to crush her alive and knead her into their own flesh and blood.

He is afraid.

He is in pain too.

He really wanted to let Qiao Xi die and then commit suicide to follow her in love.

But he couldn't, he couldn't bear to.

An Xun wanted to see her lively and energetic, even if she sometimes showed a dangerous and aggressive side, but he was willing to accept everything about the girl.

Than being hated by her.

What he feared more was losing, never seeing each other again, and being separated forever.

He could conduct his research on countless experimental subjects after euthanizing them.

But even so.

Even when these sin-stained hands touched her, An Xun's brain was subconsciously trying to suppress the anger, not wanting her to die in front of him.

The man's gloomy eyes became darker.

Others say he is a genius, he is a madman, but he is also a person, a man.

He will long to get the woman he loves.

"Xiao Xi, does it hurt?"

An Xun regained some of his sanity and brushed aside the girl's hair that was scattered around her neck. Looking at the obvious red handprints on her fair neck, his eyes were filled with subtle heartache and a hint of regret.

"put……"

Qiao Xi's voice was weak, and her rosy lips were even trembling slightly.

Being touched by Anxun.

The girl seemed to be awakened, her body shrank subconsciously, and her expression showed fear and retreat.

She was afraid of being hurt again.

An Xun's heart felt like a knife had been thrust into the softest part of his body, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze and dry up in that instant. The girl in his arms shivered fragilely, like a kitten caught in the cold rain.

He is no longer as willful as the little devil he used to be.

She was no longer as casual and indifferent to him as before.

The girl now looked at him with a look of avoidance and retreat. It was as if all her pride had been shattered by An Xun's own hands in the action just now.

A heart-wrenching pain.

"Xiao Xi, Xiao Xi...don't be afraid of me."

He would rather be the enemy of the whole world, and would rather everyone see him and call him a madman, but the only thing he doesn't want to see is the girl moving further away from him.

An Xun kissed her in panic.

The girl was like a soulless puppet, unresponsive to his kiss. From her soft lips, he kissed her neck with soothing, light pecks.

Qiao Xi's body trembled.

An Xun could clearly feel her resistance.

After the rage and madness faded, only regret and bitterness remained. He kissed the girl without any method. Even if he wanted to go further, she had no intention of resisting.

Like a puppet at the mercy of others.

An Xun held her so tightly that it seemed as if he wanted to embed her into his arms. It would be best if the two of them became one and never be separated again.

He seemed to be venting his emotions.

Like a trapped animal in an iron cage, struggling to break through the cage. Even though his head was bruised and bloody and he knew there was no hope of escaping, he never gave up.

But his kiss failed to wake Qiao Xi up.

His hug failed to warm Qiao Xi.

The girl seemed to have closed her heart, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.

She is really fragile.

Originally, it was a delicate flower raised in the greenhouse of the Qiao family, and had never been exposed to wind and rain.

She also has her own willful side.

After we talked it out, we thought that was the end of it.

But An Xun felt that this was the beginning of their relationship.

The man's relentless pressure finally shattered the girl's pride and extinguished all her hopes.

He was out of control.

That's why he wanted her to die in front of him.

Now the girl is indeed dead, her heart is dead.

"Xiao Xi..."

"Xiao Xi, don't leave me."

"Don't leave me, don't get engaged to Gu Xuanye, I can give you everything you want..."

These whispers, like those murmured by a madman, floated into the girl's ears with every ambiguous kiss from An Xun.

Cautious and fragile, afraid of losing, yet also pleading and sad.

She heard it.

It seemed like the first time she noticed a man so vulnerable. She slowly opened her eyes, and her empty pupils finally regained some spirit.

Although not much.

But An Xun was stunned.

The girl looked at him like this and pursed her lips without saying a word, but she took the initiative to raise her arms and gently put them around his neck.

An Xun finally reacted.

His heart instantly boiled with excitement, but before he could say anything, he heard the girl's still weak voice.

"I will never forgive you, ever in this life."

The whisper was so faint that it seemed to be blown away by the wind, but An Xun heard it clearly.

His joy had not yet reached its peak.

But at this moment, he fell to the bottom and was thrown into a deeper hell.

An Xun's eyes darkened, leaving only crazy paranoia and coldness.

"Qiao Xi, just try to marry him, and don't ever think of getting rid of me."

He didn't need her forgiveness now.

Even if I will be hated for the rest of my life.