it is a pity.
Su Luo was vomiting so badly that she was completely exhausted and had no strength left. She couldn't even stand up on her own, let alone try to grab the doctor's needle to prick Song Lingshan.
Ignoring the hatred in his eyes, Song Lingshan carefully picked him up and carried him horizontally.
They took him back to the second bedroom.
I covered him with the blanket so he could rest well; we'll continue tomorrow.
Dr. Du said that this aversion therapy takes at least a month or two to form a conditioned reflex.
Upon hearing this, Su Luo immediately lost her composure, glared at Song Lingshan, and began to curse.
"You're a beast! No, you're worse than a beast! You're a devil, a female demon! You used such disgusting and despicable methods against me! I think you're the one who's sick, seriously sick, a madman! Your whole family is insane..."
Aside from never having met Song Lingshan's mother, who committed suicide early, or her father and sister, none of Su Luo was a normal person.
These weren't just words spoken in anger; he had already made up his mind about them long ago.
This scolding made Song Lingshan blush.
Her family was her Achilles' heel, a sore spot that no one could touch.
Enraged, Song Lingshan began to retort without thinking.
"Fine, fine, my whole family are crazy. What about you? You don't even have a family, so what are you?"
Su Luo had already been mocked by the red-haired monster in his mind about his orphan background, so he was immune to it and retorted with a sinister smile.
"So what if I don't have parents? I have a daughter and a wife. My life is already complete!"
"Hahaha! Yes, yes, you have a daughter and a wife!"
Song Lingshan burst into a nervous laugh.
Su Luo felt even more uncomfortable listening to Song Lingshan's inexplicable laughter. She frowned deeply. She had really gone mad, and quite madly at that.
She knew to get him a doctor, so why didn't she get herself checked out?
Song Lingshan finally stopped laughing after a while, staring at him with bloodshot eyes and said coldly.
“You are so happy, so fulfilled, and you have so much, yet you are still imprisoned in chains like a dog. Why don’t your daughter and wife even come to visit you?”
"!!!"
That's killing someone by destroying their spirit.
Su Luo had no room for rebuttal, and his dark eyes gradually turned crimson.
The Song Lingshan before them no longer resembled a human, but rather a female monster with horns and an eerie red glow emanating from her!
ah!
I really want to kill her!
Kill her!
Kill her!
Kill this female monster!
If he kills her, he can reunite with his daughter and wife!
Su Luo was completely controlled by evil thoughts, and his exhausted body suddenly gained strength from somewhere.
He suddenly sat up in bed, grabbed the glass kettle from the bedside table, and smashed it at Song Lingshan with all his might.
"?!!!"
Song Lingshan's eyes widened suddenly. Completely unprepared, she was still very close to Su Luo and had nowhere to hide.
The kettle hit her squarely on the forehead.
Bang!
The glass kettle shattered into pieces right in front of Song Lingshan!
Song Lingshan stood still and shook her head.
pain!
it hurts!
It hurts, it hurts so much!
It felt like my head had been sawed in half, starting from my forehead!
Crimson blood gushed from his forehead, turning his vision instantly crimson!
Consciousness gradually faded.
His body fell backward uncontrollably.
With a loud bang!
Song Lingshan fell to the ground.
Su Luo stared at Song Lingshan lying on the ground, her face covered in blood, and the shards of glass scattered around her.
Suddenly realizing that she wasn't a monster, she was his ex-girlfriend who had haunted him for years, deeply loved him, and imprisoned him using extreme methods.
Did he do it?
Is he going to kill her?
Are you kidding me?
How could he possibly want to kill someone, especially a woman like Song Lingshan, with whom he had dated for so many years?
No, it must be an illusion; it's all a hallucination.
It's not true, it's impossible, absolutely impossible.
He often hallucinates, so this can't be real, it can't be real!
Song Qiluo, who was resting in the opposite room, heard a loud noise and curiously pushed open the door.
Seeing his sister lying on the ground with her face covered in blood, his pupils contracted sharply.
Looking up, she saw Su Luo sitting unharmed on the bed. Completely disregarding her sister's life or death, she was instantly consumed by hatred. She jumped onto the bed, grabbed Su Luo by the collar, and punched him hard in the face.
Su Luo was completely stunned and powerless to resist.
He was hit so hard he saw stars.
Song Qiluo completely lost control, punching and cursing as she did so.
"You bastard, how dare you hit my sister!"
"I'll beat you to death! I'll definitely kill you!"
"You ungrateful wretch! You heartless scoundrel, you good-for-nothing, you beast..."
Hearing the sound, Song Lingshan, who was lying on the ground, said weakly.
"Qiluo, don't hit him, stop..."
Song Qiluo turned her head angrily and said irritably.
"He's about to kill you, and you're still defending him? Are you out of your mind? Are you fucking insane?"
She had never said such disrespectful things to her sister before, but she was truly furious.
She didn't understand why, even in this situation, her sister still wanted to protect that bastard Su Luo.
Song Lingshan didn't know whether she felt sorry for Su Luo or for herself; tears mixed with blood blurred her vision.
He choked back tears and pleaded, "Please, take me to the hospital..."
She not only had a headache, but also a pain in her face; it felt like shards of broken glass had cut her face.
She doesn't mind the scars on Su Luo's face, but that doesn't mean she doesn't mind her own face.
No matter how strong she is, she is still a woman, and a beautiful woman at that. If she were really disfigured, she would definitely break down.
Song Qiluo was stunned, her eyes widening in disbelief.
My sister is begging me? And she's even crying as she begs me.
All my anger vanished instantly, leaving only a sharp, throbbing pain in my heart.
Tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably as she obediently got off Su Luo, sobbing.
"Okay, okay, I won't hit him anymore. I'll take you to the hospital right now."
With that, Song Qiluo helped Song Lingshan up with difficulty, went to the underground parking garage, put her sister in the passenger seat, helped her fasten her seat belt, and rushed to the hospital.
In the bedroom, Su Luo stared blankly at the ceiling, numbly raising her hand to touch her slightly flushed cheeks, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, soaking the sheets beneath her.
A deep sense of guilt spread through my heart.
My chest feels so tight, so tight.
I felt suffocated and couldn't breathe; my breathing became increasingly rapid.
"call……"
Su Luo began to tremble all over, especially her right hand, which had just been holding the kettle.
Song Qiluo's fist was too soft; he didn't feel much pain at all.
Why didn't you hit him a few more times? Why didn't you hit him harder?
He really meant to kill Song Lingshan.
Even if she didn't die from that kettle of water, she would probably suffer a concussion.
Moreover, the shards of glass that just shattered have already pierced her face. She'll probably have ugly scars like me, and be disfigured just like me.
How could he do that?
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