This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

“Mr. Fu, what are you doing? ”

Carl couldn't get rid of Fu Shiyu's hand. He simply didn't struggle anymore. He pressed it on Fu Shiyu's wound and asked slightly with a smile.

Fu Shiyu still didn't talk, just stared at Carl's face.

This irritated Karl. He hated Fu Shiyu's expression. He always looked at him with this look. He wanted to see the color through his eyes.

But he could never see through the person's thoughts, and ended up with all sorts of bruises.

And now, he will never be fooled by this man again.

He knew Fu Shiyu's character too well. He always liked to give people a sweet date and then slapped him so hard that he couldn't climb out of the abyss.

He didn't expect that he had forgotten the bad memories, but once again because of Fu Shiyu's appearance, he remembered them all.

Why…

Why does he have to keep his soul out of his world again and again?

But this time, he won't believe any more of Fu Shiyu's words...

“I was wrong. ”

Fu Shiyu spoke low and low at a time when Karl's gaze was steadfast.

His tone revealed regrets he had never had.

Karl shook and froze from head to toe.

He knows Fu Shiyu, understands his ruthlessness, understands his ruthlessness, understands his cunning, understands his plot and plot...

But he also understands that Fu Shiyu is a man of immense pride and stubbornness.

He may know his mistakes and admit them, but he never apologizes for his mistakes.

But now Fu Shiyu tells him he's wrong!

Karl thought he heard wrong, after all he thought it was impossible, just like Fu Shiyu would never admit that he liked himself.

“I was wrong. ”

Fu Siyu repeated again, the tone was never serious.

“I was wrong...”

Third voice.

“I was wrong...”

Fourth sound.

Carl's voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.

Fu Shiyu's hand unknowingly loosened Karl, his big hand pressed Karl's back brain, pressed him, and put the lips together.

A gentle kiss, like a feather gently sweeping Karl's lips.

In this kiss, there is no love jade, only bitterness and confession, that kind of regret and heart bitterness, through this kiss, pass to Karl as much as possible.

“I was wrong...”

When the two lips split, Fu Shiyu pressed Karl, holding their foreheads together, their noses tight, the dark voice, from Fu Shiyu's mouth.

And his eyes, unspeakable tenderness, but also with a few cautions, feared that Carl would escape again, as if at this moment, Carl was his world.

And throughout the process, Karl was stunned.

Because he can feel, Fu Siyu's tenderness, his affection, his seriousness, his regret and caution.

He's sincere, Carl clearly understands.

But…

How many times has Fu Shiyu done the same to him?

Deceive him with true love and kick him off with one more heartless leg.

How many times, he can't remember.

But now he's really tired.

He didn't want to be another clog, to clog expectations that had paid a painful price.

So Karl raises his hand and intends to push Fu Siyu away from getting up.

But Fu Shiyu let go first.

No, to be precise, Fu Siyu was powerless to lie back in bed.

And Karl found out that Fu Shiyu had already been stained with a large amount of blood on his chest at this time. Even the bed had been stained with a large piece of red...