Conlin, who was buried on Athach’s shoulder and kissed, gave a slight pause when he heard this.
Conlin looked up, his eyes were still red, full of wildness and strong possessiveness. He looked at Athach and opened his mouth with some difficulties: “Mrs. Greef, Athach.”
When he was ill, his voice was terrible, he screamed like a beast, and even his pronunciation was not clear.
This was the only reason and memory he has.
Hearing his answer, Athach stopped struggling, and she closed her eyes.
That kind of impatience stirred Conlin’s nerves. After answering her, he bowed his head and continued to kiss. It was not gentle at all. It was very wild.
The T-shirt blocked the way of his lip, so he pulled it hard again.
The white T-shirt was completely torn up, leaving only a little to cover up.
Conlin looked like he saw the oasis in the desert and bowed his head eagerly. When he wanted to tear off her last fig leaf and kiss her.
There was a low sob in his ear, which fell on him like thunder.
Conlin slowly looked up, the line of sight full of red blood, and finally thoroughly cleaned.
He saw Athach biting her lower lip, closing her eyes, and crystal tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
The tears fell on Conlin’s heart like a spark, burning a hole in his heart.
His heart was hurt.
This kind of pain made Conlin panic. He reached out in a hurry to wipe Athach’s tears: “Don’t … don’t cry.”
However, the tears of Athach were more and more fierce.
She was wronged, for herself in the previous life, for her incompetence now, and for his clumsy words.
Conlin was even more flustered, and he was clumsy in wiping her tears.
He didn’t know anything, he only knew that he was very uncomfortable, only that this person was crying and couldn’t make her cry.
Athach opened her eyes and looked at Conlin in front of him.
His eyes were still red, as if they were not focused, and his body still exuded hostility.
But on his face, there was a look of panic and bewilderment, which made her stop crying and looked at Conlin.
Conlin also looked at Athach, and there were little tears in her beautiful eyes, which made her eyes more like dazzling stars.
However, the tears in her eyes made her this star full of broken light.
Looking at this, Conlin was even more distressed and uncomfortable, but his brain still clamored to go on.
However, looking at Athach with tears in her eyes, his confused mind was awake for a moment.
Conlin got up quickly. It was a kind of panic, not a panic about Athach, but a panic about himself almost hurting Athach.
He turned and ran. He picked up the chain and handcuffed his left hand.
Athach sat up and looked at Conlin’s flustered way of handcuffing himself with chains: “Conlin.”
Her husky and soft voice, like a hook, hooked Conlin’s ideas and grew crazily.
Conlin lost his mind again, but he quickly recovered and grabbed something on the ground. It was a broken piece of porcelain. Then he stabbed it on his arm and blood flowed out.
The pain woke him up, and he shouted at Athach:”Don’t come here, run!”
He’ll hurt her.
He said she was the one he wanted.
No matter who she was or what she looked like, he will protect her and spoil her.
He can’t hurt her.
This was Conlin’s only reason. He was trying to control himself and not to hurt Athach!
But can he control it?