Even until Death, the Scum Gong Thought I was a White Lotus - Chapter 112

It was like a lake thrown into a stone, and the illusion of peace in the house had returned to its original pain.

Tonight, Bai Zeting and Xie Mu fell asleep in a bed as before.

The only difference is that once he chose to turn his back, now it is Xie Mu.

He still hugged the puppet without a baby, gently hummed the minor key, and patted it gently.

In the minor whisper of the young people around him, it seems that Bai Zeting really feels the existence of the child.

He was born well and was taken home. He has a big dad, and a little dad. The family is together.

What Xie Mu said once appeared in the minds of men.

Children will grow up little by little, learn language, go to school, enter college, choose their favorite major, wait until they are old, and come back to see them from time to time.

These were the most disdainful lives of Bai Zeting once, but now, he began to yearn for such a life.

Under the dim light, the man looked at the back of the young man and thought to himself, wasn’t Xiaomu like this in countless days and nights, watching his back gradually fall asleep?

The lovers who were supposed to be intimate and close to each other would never be cold or warm to him. Even the common children seemed so indifferent. Therefore, it will become like this now when the children leave.

“Little wood …”

Bai Zeting held the young man behind him, and he could hardly feel the soft flesh in the past.

Xie Mu was too thin. In a short period of time, it was almost as thin as it is now. Holding it as if only a bone was left.

The man was sour and remorseful, and he asked softly, “How did you come back?”

The young man murmured in a low voice, half loud, and when Bai Zeting thought he was asleep, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the silent room.

“He likes me.”

Bai Zeting’s hand lightly dropped on Xie Mu’s waist and froze slightly. “I know, he always likes you.”

“He likes me and values ​​me …” Xie Mu repeated, “I like it very much.”

“Not the same as you.”

The blood all over the man seemed to stop flowing at this moment.

He shook his head. “No, it’s not like this, Xiaomu … I used to be wrong before, but now I like you very much and value you …”

The young man moved his back to his body and asked in a low husky voice, “Do you really like me?”

Bai Zeting is almost atonement. “Yes, I like you.”

“Xiao Mu, let’s start over again, shall we?”

Xie Mu was still saying, “Don’t you want to know why he would let me come back?”

The young man held the urn, turned his back, and cold hands, gently touched the face of the person in front of him. Under the dim light, there was a piece of standing water in the original clear eyes.

The other hand reached into the puppet and pulled out a knife.

Under the unbelievable sight of the man, he unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a cricket wound with dried blood inside.

In this way, expressionless, he drew the knife in.

The blood splattered and landed on Bai Zeting’s face, and even some of his lips were stained with a slight **** smell, which permeated his mouth.

“like this.”

Xie Mu was not afraid of pain. He still had no expression. He held the knife and slowly pulled it out. “He will let me go.”

“Because he likes me.”

A drop of blood splattered down the youth’s cheek, and a red mark flowed down. Eventually, it fell on the corners of the lips that were slowly raised.

Xie Mu smiled, and smiled sweetly, just as when the two were not married.

“Zhe Ting …”

Under Bai Zeting’s stiff eyes, he held the knife, aimed at his chest, and asked softly, “You like me, right?”

“Are I doing this, will you be sad? Will it hurt?”

“Do you know how……”

“Give me back my baby?”

He smiled, looked at the man’s pale face, and tilted his head cutely: “Your expression is strange.”

“It seems you really like me.”

After this sentence, the knife aimed at the heart.

Fiercely, inserted in–