I Became Cinderella's Vicious Stepsister (MTL) [COMPLETED]

150. Love and hate

The girl also disappeared.

Everything is like a dream.

She seemed to see the young girl with clear blue eyes smiled shyly at her and said:

"Mother, I will support you from now on!"

She always looked at her with admiration and cautious eyes, and smiled sweetly when she saw her:

"mother!"

"mother."

Mrs. Fergus bent down and picked up the gilt perfume bottle on the ground. The light fragrance was so charming, she suddenly knelt down and covered her face:

"Belia..."

A black cat came up with a light pace, took a look at her, and suddenly came over and nudged her with a soft body.

In the dark, hoarse weeping sounds like a broken, sawn wood piano.

That piano tone is singing:

Hey, my baby is gone.

She came back with an unfamiliar appearance.

I hate her strangeness,

But I also love her cuteness.

I dare not love her, nor can I kill her.

So, I decided to throw her away...

I decided to throw away my baby.

Hey.

My baby is gone.

A low cry lingered in the sky.

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Liu Yu walked on the deserted street.

Only the city-state guards with swords were coming and going. They couldn't see her. The man beside her walked quietly beside her, clothed in the dark.

The gray spotted finch fell far behind.

"Belia."

"Snapped--"

A crisp slap.

He was beaten to the wrong head.

Liu Yu turned around and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar man who appeared at the right time:

"Why are you not dead?"

Her expression was so cold, like ice buried in the ground for a hundred thousand miles.

But the trembling body is so weak.

This makes her look more bizarre than before.

"I let you down, sorry."

The visitor bowed his head politely, and the long black hair swayed in the black robe, which made the jade-white face more cold and beautiful.

A handful of faint blue moonlight spilled on him.

"You did it, right?" The girl clenched her fists, "...that dog, and basil leaves..."

"Oh? Why me."

He used a rhetorical question, but his tone was so calm.

"I hate you!"

The girl seemed to be sure, and slapped her hand again, but her wrist was held.

"Belia, you need evidence to catch a thief."

He smiled at her, that smile was so beautiful, so pure-

As if any trace of doubt fell on him, he shouldn't.

"Evidence, no need." The girl's trembling body did not prevent her from binding him entirely by the blue silk net. "You are dead, it's fine."

The pure green eyes of the man are like a mysterious mist in the dark night.

"But you know," he looked at her pityingly, "sooner or later...she will know everything, don't deceive yourself."

She was stinged by his eyes:

"So what? My life does not need you to decide! Even if there is only one more day, one more day...I will be happy one day..."

"Belia, tell me what your real name is."

He started a different topic.

"Snapped--"

She slapped him again.

The man didn't seem to mind at all, and held her chin:

"real name."

"listen."

"You, go, die." The girl gave him a cruel smile, "you, go, die."

"You really hate me."

The blue silk screen was tightened and tightened, but he didn't seem to notice, grabbed her to the wall, pinched her chin, looked into her eyes seriously, and suddenly smiled:

"Hate me? That's fine."

After speaking, he kissed, passionately and passionately.

In the moonlight, that cold face seemed to be deeply trapped in love and desire, with an arrogant cold tone.