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"He touched you."

After a while, Qing Lin opened his mouth. Although he had tried his best to control himself, his voice still trembled.

Of course, he didn't have the courage to admit it, and he didn't want Qing Lin to suffer another injury. What Chu Hee could do was to seriously look at Qing Lin, and remember his current expression, then engrave the pain he felt into his heart. He didn't even have the qualifications to escape.

Qing Lin asked Chu Hee. His expression was still as calm as ever, and only his trembling voice made Chu Hee's heart tremble. That voice seemed to carry a sobbing tone.

For a strong man to make such a sound, how pitiful would it be …

Now there was only sadness.

Chu Hee grabbed Qing Lin's hand. Although he did not say anything, his eyes were filled with pleading, and hoped that Qing Lin would not continue.

Only the heavens knew how much of a blow Chu Hee had received from his painful voice and these few simple movements …

His Qing Lin should be high above, should be proud, the current Qing Lin looked at him and felt as if a knife was cutting through his heart.

Chu Hee grabbed his hand, causing him to stare blankly at the point where they touched each other. In a flash, he broke free of's grasp, and his silver hair fluttered in the air, in the next moment, the man's powerful hands grabbed onto Chu Hee's neck.

"Why can't you tell? Why do you think of him as me? Don't you remember anything about me? We're not alike at all. Why are you messing around? Why did you let him touch you?! "

Chu Hee's hands were tightening, Chu Hee did not resist, his face that was full of guilt, gradually turned green, and his breathing was restrained. If this continued, he would be killed by Qing Lin, but, if this could remove the pain from Qing Lin, he would rather die …

Qing Lin would not kill him.

Her silver hair fell onto the bed bit by bit. The man's body bent down, covering his somewhat cold lips. This was a complicated yet unwilling kiss …

"You are mine …" Qing Lin gave Chu Hee a gentle kiss, his voice was very gentle, but in the next moment, he suddenly exerted force, as though he was trying to pull his hair off Chu Hee's head, the nice voice was only ice cold and gloomy, "You are mine! No one is allowed to touch it. No one is allowed to covet it.

"I'm yours." Even though he was in so much pain, Chu Hee touched the side of Qing Lin's face and smiled in response to him. It was just that there was too much bitterness in that smile.

Qing Lin pushed away Chu Hee's hand with great force and sat up straight again, staring coldly at Chu Hee from top to bottom. His silver hair was hanging down on his shoulders, and it seemed as if his face was covered in frost.

"Unforgivable! You can't even tell us apart!"

"It is I who have been too unrestrained with you. It is time for you to firmly remember exactly what I am like and for you to thoroughly understand me."

Actually, he could use magic. But now, Qing Lin had forgotten that he was a mage, he was just a man, a man who was betrayed.