Stuck In His Heart

The cold war between Consuela and Richie lasted for a long time. And it continued for the rest of the time. As long as they stayed in the same room, the two of them seemed to be releasing low pressure just for the game.

Those who didn't know the truth would think that they had dug each other's graves so they tortured each other so desperately.

But if they knew the truth they could do nothing but shake head and sigh.

However, the onlookers didn't see anything wrong of them.

Of course, it just seemed.

And in this cold air, the first person to surrender was Richie.

"What are you doing? !"

Consuela was deadly pressed in the clothes pile on the big bed that could not be touched. Her face was strained for a long time, and there were cracks all over it.

She tried her best to control her body trembling. Her eyes were full of panic when she looked at the man who suddenly appeared unexpectedly in front of her. Her hands curled up in front of her chest, and subconsciously struggled with her hands holding the hem of her clothes.

He grabbed her waist and pressed her against him to stop her struggling with one hand. Then he pinched her delicate chin with the other. As if ice and frost covered his whole body. He said in a cold voice, "what are you doing? Well, I should ask you! "

"I just want to pack my clothes..." She gently moved her hand and head, but in return, but as a result she was tightened more intensely.

Knowing that Richie wouldn't let go of her, she frowned and shifted her gaze away from him. Not wanting to see his long face, she explained in a low voice.

gripped her chin more tightly and said angrily, "pack up? Consuela, do

if she had showed him her long face for

behaved abnormally and had been pushing his bottom line over and over again. And now she was directly packing up

bottom line to

Richie's face. She had a close look at the delicate handsome face of the man. Her heart hurt even more, for

was her response of fighting back. And this was the only thing she could

deformity, how could

many

with indifference, alienation, resistance... They were so complex that she couldn't found any regret or

face was as dark as ink.

The man asked in a low but elegant voice, hoarse with

which could pierce through her heart. He lowered his head, buried

seemed

gorgeous and charming bass slowly drifted away, and then Consuela's big eyes widened

the tears that were about to spill over her

nothing else except a

one, and the bed which was too

though he was deeply involved in love,

grip on her arms and looked at

"Hum."

she met his gaze. Meanwhile, she stole a glance at him.