Jian Xi's kiss fell on her neck again, and her lower body began to play at the same time, and her voice was low and hoarse: "I thought wrong before, you are so delicious, you can't get tired of eating."
Luo Fang rarely heard him admit his mistake, he couldn't help but be stunned, a strange feeling rose in his heart, and he thought about it again, but he was found distracted by the man, and he hit the sensitive point with a punitive nature.
The pleasure came to her mind, and she couldn't care about solving the case.
After lingering, Jian Xi cleaned up the two of them, and put Luo who was already asleep back to the master bedroom.
He stared at the girl's sleeping face. There is silence on this beautiful face now, there is no sarcasm, no indifference, and no cold words to yourself. At this moment, he suddenly experienced a trace of mortal happiness - It is said that the years are quiet.
The spirit was already tense to the limit because of the sudden death of three times, Jian Xi kissed Luo Fang's eyebrows, and finally closed his eyes.
A good night's sleep.
At dawn the next day, Jian Xi woke up before Luo Fang, washed up and made breakfast, and after eating his share, he saw that the girl had not woken up yet, so he went to the yard to take a turn.
The lawn in the backyard was well-manicured and free of weeds, and there was a bush of roses in the corner, which had long since passed its flowering period, leaving only verdant leaves. But it is probably cultivated by the previous owner, and there are still a few flowers blooming sporadically.
Outside the fence stood a little boy, smiling at a certain rose.
The sun was just right, and Jian Xi was in a rare mood, so she stepped forward and asked him in Italian,
"Do you like this flower?"
"Yes sir, it blooms so well.
"You can take it off, and now I'm giving it to you.
"No, thank you, kind sir, that it will bloom when you are not with me. The boy smiled shyly: "I wish you a happy life."
Jian Xi was just about to say something more, but a gunshot rang out in the room behind him.
He didn't care about any roses, and hurriedly ran into the house, only to see Luo Fang lying in a pool of blood, and the back of the murderer jumping out of the window to escape.
Jian Xi called an ambulance and hurriedly rescued Luo Fang. However, that shot hit the main artery, and he couldn't stop the gushing of blood, let alone the rapid flow of Luo Fang's vitality.
Before the girl could even make a last word, she lost her breath in his arms.
Jian Xi looked at his bloodstained hands blankly, not understanding why only Luo Fang died this time.
A conjecture sparked in his mind, and he stumbled up to the second floor, picking out the revolver that his friend had given him, with a silver body, a walnut grip, and a family crest engraved with three roses on the magazine.
Jian Xi pressed the muzzle of the gun to his temple, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
In the fifth week, he avoided the murderer, but he did not escape the fire caused by a short circuit in the aging circuit on the third night.
In the sixth week, he overhauled the circuit in advance, but unfortunately two days later, on the outing, the two of them still fell off the cliff due to brake failure.
Seven weeks ago, he finally couldn't stand this fear, and after avoiding the known danger, he decided to hold the wedding earlier.
In the town's chapel, the priest was reading his wedding vows with a solemn expression.
In front of him, the groom is handsome and extraordinary, and the bride is pretty and moving, which is a rare couple. It's a pity that there is a fly in the ointment, although the man is affectionate, the girl's expression as a bride is too indifferent.
But it didn't matter, they swore an oath in the presence of the gods, and the oath was valid until death. However, just as the rings were being exchanged, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air.
The bride looked down in shock, only to see that the white wedding dress on her chest had already bloomed a bloody flower.
People scattered and fled, the silenced pistol, which was used as the murder weapon, was thrown on the ground, and the murderer also hid in the crowd and left, and the white roses used for decoration became mud all over the floor.
In the midst of the chaos, Jian Xi hugged the girl's gradually cold body, her expression numb, and finally confirmed a fact.
In every reincarnation, it is never oneself who must die, but Luo Fang.
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