Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories - Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Love And Hate, Go Along With Each Other

He… should have bought insurance.

In the moment of numbness, she actually had worried about whether his car was covered by insurance. It was a comical feeling and had taken away some of the numbness and depression from her heart.

Ye Ling vented out. His palms were hitting onto the car, and the shattered pieces of glass pierced into his palm, but he did not feel the slightest bit of pain. All of his nerves were protesting, and Shen Qianshu was afraid of him.

She quietly looked at him going crazy, feeling helpless.

Ye Ling suddenly turned around with bloodshot eyes and looked at her. It was like he was looking at the thing he hated the most. He wanted to slice the woman in front of him into pieces to use her fresh blood as a memorial for those seven years of blood and tears and to use her fresh blood to soothe his pained soul. He imagined himself to be a vampire, biting on her artery, feeding on her blood and turning her into his kind. If you are also crazy, you will not dislike me.

If you are also crazy, you will not dislike me.

He was a lonely alien.

He was not willing to be a lonely alien again.

But he was so angry that he was going to die. He could only behave like a wild beast and vent it out on a car, not touching a single strand of her hair.

Love and hate go along with each other.

He suddenly grabbed Shen Qianshu’s shoulder. His hand was exerting force and had left two bloodstained fingerprints on her clothing. He roared maddeningly. “Why are you afraid of me, why are you afraid of me? I have only hurt you once, no, no, it wasn’t me who hurt you. Why are you afraid of me, I have given you everything, why are you afraid of me?”

He questioned, in a state of delirium. Shen Qianshu’s eyes turned red.

This was a man who wanted to repent but was also a demon instantly.

Her bones seemed to be stripped off by him.

Master, I am in the wrong.

Give me a little more time.

I will try hard to forget.

Ye Ling suddenly embraced her in his arms, pressing on her tightly. His tone was insane. “Don’t be afraid of me, don’t be afraid of me. I will not hurt you, don’t be afraid, Sara, don’t be afraid of me, don’t be afraid of me…”

He suddenly pushed Shen Qianshu away again.

That moment of weakness seemed like an illusion to her.

“Shen Qianshu, you like her, don’t you?” Ye Ling’s eyes were filled with hatred. He wrapped his hands tightly across her shoulders. His voice was low and hostile. “You like her, don’t you? Talk!”

Shen Qianshu’s shoulders were in so much pain, and under the strength of his hands, her bones were about to shatter into pieces.

“You like that fierce beast, that was why he raped you and you did not blame him. You are willing to give birth to his little princess for him, yet you are not willing to let me touch a single strand of your hair. Do you like him, say it!”

“Ahh…” Ye Ling had used too much strength, and Shen Qianshu’s shoulders felt like they were detached alive. The pain was unbearable for her, and she shouted out in pain, but Ye Ling was indifferent. Shen Qianshu suddenly had a bright idea which would help her get out of this predicament. “If I die, you will not have your little princess.”

Ye Ling pushed her away roughly. Shen Qianshu knocked onto the car as she fell backward. A sharp piece of glass pierced into her waist. She was in so much pain that her face turned pale.

“You like him, you like him… ” He had fallen into a state of obsession again, and his heart was filled with hostility. His eyes had become even more bloodshot; it was frightening. Shen Qianshu held onto the back of her waist and touched a patch of dampness.

Her palm was all covered with blood.

Cold sweat was trickling from her forehead.

Double personality was a rare and incurable mental illness.

When it was triggered, both sides would suffer.

She looked at his hand dripping with fresh blood and his crazy appearance. It was painful until it became suffocating. There were some things that were hidden in the bottom of her heart, some things that had been buried for seven years, which almost emerged, but were firmly suppressed by her.