Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Mu Mu stood behind Lou Shuo for a long time, and he didn't notice anyone behind him at all.

Today, the wound in his heart was opened again, bleeding.

After finishing a bottle of wine, Lou Shuo didn't move.

He sat cross-legged in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dim street lights on the mountain road, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mumu waited for a while, but before he turned around, she walked over.

As soon as her hand rested on his shoulder, Lou Shuo suddenly grabbed her and pulled her hard.

Mu Mu was completely unprepared for his sudden attack. She felt a hand suddenly grab her neck, and then her body was thrown to the ground with great force, and then a leg pressed down on her hard, making her unable to move.

Mumu was knocked unconscious after being thrown down, and the key point was that her throat was being strangled, so she couldn't even speak.

She opened her eyes wide and was horrified to find that Lou Shuo seemed not to recognize her. His eyes were cold and full of hatred as he stared at her viciously.

At that moment, Mumu felt that she was not her girlfriend.

In Lou Shuo's eyes at this moment, she became his enemy.

He was overwhelmed by sadness and hatred and his mind was blinded.

He couldn't recognize her.

What’s even more terrifying is that his palms are still tightening, the air is blocked, and the oxygen in his chest is getting less and less.

She stretched out her free hand and slapped the back of his hand several times.

Useless.

Mu Mu felt like her chest was about to explode. She had never known the feeling of suffocation to be so terrible.

She used all her strength to pry open Lou Shuo's little finger, grabbed it in her hand, and pulled it.

A string of tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Lou Shuo looked at her hand, and the madness and fierceness in his eyes gradually dissipated.

He finally recognized Mumu and hurriedly let go of her hand.

Mumu immediately curled up to one side, gasping for breath.

She was gasping for breath and coughing, her throat was burning with pain, she must have been injured.

Lou Shuo finally woke up and looked at his hands in disbelief.

He just almost strangled Mumu to death?

He watched Mumu gasping in pain but didn't dare to go forward.

These dirty hands almost strangled Mu Mu to death.

He wished he could find something to chop off his hand.

"Mumu..."

Lou Shuo looked at Mu Mu's back, which was curled up in pain, and called out cautiously.

"Sorry……"

Mumu wanted to answer that it was okay, but her throat was sore. When she opened her mouth to speak, it felt itchy and painful, and she couldn't help but cough violently again.

Lou Shuo had never hated himself as much as he did at this moment.

He actually hurt Mumu.

Is he crazy?

He suddenly didn't dare to face Mu Mu.

Lou Shuo in this state is not Mu Mu’s patron saint, he is not worthy.

He got up and rushed into the bathroom, rubbing his hands frantically with a bath towel.

It was like the first time he got his hands stained with human blood, and when he got home he almost washed off a layer of skin...

Lou Shuo at this time was not the 26-year-old Lou Shuo.

He was just a boy of nineteen years old.

Faced with death and blood, his first reaction was fear.

He was particularly afraid that he would get dirty.

Also afraid of death.

He first knew that someone else's blood felt hot when it splashed on his face.

But soon, that hint of warmth will dissipate in the air, just like that person's body, which will eventually grow cold.

Looking at Lou Shuo rubbing his hands until they were red, he continued to rub them hard as if he didn't feel any pain.

The image of nineteen-year-old Lou Shuo appeared in front of Mu Mu's eyes. His shoulders were so thin and fragile.

He murmured, "Mumu, I'm scared."

Mumu walked over and hugged him, put her face against his back and said:

"Lou Shuo, don't be afraid. All the pain will pass."