C1 Self-inflicted injuries

The clock on the wall in the living room struck "Dong" and the minute hand and hour hand simultaneously pointed at 12.

Tang Zhen did not look tired at all as she stood up expressionlessly. It looked like he would not come back tonight.

However, just as she was about to go upstairs, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the smell of alcohol wafted in along with the cold wind.

Tang Zhen's eyes lit up, he quickly turned and walked towards the Profound Entrance.

Song Qiting stood in front of the door, her tall and sturdy body giving off an invisible pressure, her stiff brows were creased tight, the raised peach blossom eyes coldly looked at the woman walking towards her.

Even though he was drunk, he still maintained a cold demeanor that made others feel that he was a thousand miles away.

Tang Zhen hesitated, but still pulled Song Qiting's arm and said softly: "Come in quickly, this place is cold. "I'll go give it to you …"

"Get lost!" Song Qiting did not wait for Tang Zhen to finish speaking. He suddenly waved his hand, and the look of disgust in his eyes revealed without any concealment.

Tang Zhen staggered from the sudden force, his shoulder knocked on the corner of the table, instantly feeling a heart-wrenching pain.

Song Qiting walked over step by step, half-squatting in front of Tang Zhen, he pinched her chin and asked: "Tang Zhen, do you regret this?"

Tang Zhen's heart skipped a beat as he quickly avoided Song Qiting's sharp gaze. He said lightly: "You're drunk, I'll go cook some sobering wine for you."

Song Qiting was indeed drunk, if not he would not even want to look at Tang Zhen. In the past three years, he had only been willing to humiliate her when she was drunk.

Drunk? Tang Zhen's face paled as he suddenly remembered what day it was.

Three years ago, the day that woman left.

"I'm asking you if you'll regret it in the future!" Song Qiting used more strength in his hands and forced Tang Zhen to look at him.

"No regrets, Song Qiting, I will still marry you after doing it again." Tang Zhen's voice was not loud, but his tone was abnormally resolute.

Song Qiting suddenly laughed, his laughter not reaching his eyes, and said with a cold tone: "You want to marry me even with all the means?"

"Right, we'll use any means we can." Tang Zhen also smiled, which laughed in a miserable manner.

In the next second, with the sky spinning and the earth spinning, Tang Zhen was suddenly carried by his waist as he walked upstairs in big strides.

Her hair was in disarray, her face was covered with tears or sweat, and she was staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Yi Fei..." Song Qiting muttered a name, and his movements suddenly became much gentler.

Tang Zhen's heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife, the pain made her suffocate.

"Song Qiting, wake up, I am Tang Zhen, not Yu Yifei!" Carrying the joy of warning and revenge, Tang Zhen enunciated each word slowly.