"Son of a bitch!" An Yurou spat out a mouthful of blood, but her mouth remained stubborn.

Staring at the scarlet color on her lips, Mu Qingyu frowned, reached out and grabbed her hair, forcing her face to face him.

"Little fox, do you know that those who like to curse will end badly?" He said in a low voice slowly, raised his other hand, touched the corners of her lips with his fingers, picked up the strand of blood and smeared it on

on her shoulders.

"why treat me like this?"

"There is no reason, I just blame you for being my lover willingly!"

"You're perverted!"

"Very good..." He smiled lightly, his voice elongated, and he narrowed his eyes. His aggressive fingers touched her face again, pressing them bit by bit, pressing them all on the red and swollen marks.

It hurt so much. Every time he pressed it, the nerves in An Yurou's face could not stop twitching.

Seeing her frowning and trembling in pain, the evil look on Mu Qingyu's face deepened. His slender fingers slid to her lips, rubbed them softly twice, and then touched her delicate collarbone along her chin.

…

"let me go!"

His face was so close to hers, and An Yurou's heart trembled inexplicably when she saw his evil smile and the sparkle in his eyes through the faint halo.

But even though she was scared, her eyes were full of hatred.

This made Mu Qingyu feel very frustrated! Will she always be so stubborn?

Staring at her slightly parted lips, Mu Qingyu suddenly lowered his head, and his aggressive lips pressed hard on her tender lips, causing her broken wounds...

In an instant, bright red blood smeared out, and the smell of blood hit his nose.

She couldn't hide, her mouth was full of the taste of blood, and her butt slid into the bottom of her throat. She really wanted to bite off his tongue, but the man was too aggressive. This punishing kiss left An Yurou with no way to fight back.

force.

It felt like her heart was about to be sucked out, and her breathing became increasingly difficult.

What was even more uncomfortable was that the restraints on her body were slowly released, and her skin felt cool.

An Yurou seemed to smell the girly fragrance emanating from her body, and her pale face suddenly turned red again. She felt ashamed and angry, making her wish that there were cracks in the ground that she could crawl through.

She shook her head hard and broke away from his lips. After taking a few deep breaths, she glared at him angrily and screamed with all her strength, "Devil... you are shameless!"

Hearing this, Mu Qingyu raised a sneer and looked down at her lips that were red, swollen and moistened by his own abuse, "Shameless fairy, your body is clamoring for a man, how dare you call me shameless?"

Sarcastic and ridiculing words echoing in the ears can hurt people more than a slap in the face.

An Yurou glared with clear eyes, furious, gritted her teeth, and fought back, "Who took the initiative to kiss me? Who shamelessly took off my clothes? Smelly man, you are a complete shameless bastard!"

After listening to her words, Mu Qingyu's face was like a black sky, his obsidian-like black eyes were stained with anger, and fire slowly started to appear in his eyes, and his rich voice was cold and cold: "Shameless little fox,

You have a mean mouth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his strong body pressed over him...

"Ah!" An Yurou shook her head in pain.

Damn man, he was really punishing her.

But...since you hate yourself? Why do you want to kiss yourself again?

As the man went crazy, An Yurou's head became swollen, her eyes became red, and her whole body felt like someone had been sucking out the bone marrow. The scene in front of her became increasingly blurry.

The moon was gone, and the dark sky was like a black beast with teeth and claws, ferociously and heavily pressing on her, suffocating her...

At the corner of the bushes, a tall woman wearing a thin silk pajamas crossed her arms and looked at this scene coldly.

She is Fan Lili, following Mu Qingyu and coming here quietly.

Tonight, she was still cold and charming, with light makeup on her face, and no trace of being beaten could be seen. The evening breeze ruffled her long chestnut hair, bringing with it a faint scent of Chanel perfume.

She stood here for a long time, and although she couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, she could clearly see the man lowering his head, as if biting the little woman's lips.

The man's black shirt was still neat and tidy, but the little woman's chest was messy. His hard back and wild movements deeply hurt her eyes...

Mu Qingyu, not only did he want the little maid, he also kissed the little maid wildly!

She really wanted to rush over, pull the man away, and declare to the little maid domineeringly - this man is mine! He is mine!

However, in front of that man, she did not have the courage.

She closed her eyes sadly, tightened her slender fingers, gritted her teeth, and turned away.

I don't know how long it took for An Yurou to open her eyes. She seemed to have traveled through the gates of hell. She saw the half white and half black ceiling in front of her, confused and dull.

His fingers moved slightly and touched the cold wooden board beneath him, and he felt that he was back in the small building.

"Xiao Hei..." she called, weakly, "Xiao Hei..."

Only she could hear the sound. The door was closed, a few rays of sunlight filtered in through the cracks, and the air was damp and stuffy. She wanted to get up, but she felt weak.

She continued to lie down and touched her body feebly, and sadly found that she was still wearing the dress from last night.

The scenes from last night came back to her mind one after another. An Yurou closed her eyes sadly, and crystal tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably.

Damn it! After that demon tortured her, he threw her here.

He tore her pants and tortured her until she lost consciousness.

"Bang." The sound of the door lock opening made An Yurou startled and she quickly pulled down her skirt with her hands.

"Yurou." It was Zhenzhen's voice, soft and timid.

An Yurou's dull eyes flashed with light, she tilted her head and whispered, "Zhenzhen."

Zhenzhen closed the door gently, walked on tiptoes to An Yurou's bed, then reached out and took out a lotus leaf bag from her clothes.

A scent of fragrance hit her nose, and An Yurou's stomach growled again.

"Here, here are the steamed buns." Zhenzhen spread out the lotus leaf buns, and inside were three warm white buns.

An Yurou's eyes flickered, like a hungry kitten, she opened her mouth and bit one, completely ignoring her ladylike image.

Zhenzhen watched her eating with a smile, her eyes slowly sliding down from her mouth. After a while, her smile froze and her eyes became surprised.

After the two buns were eaten, An Yurou raised her eyes and saw Zhenzhen twisting her face, looking at her body in embarrassment, and then followed her gaze to her butt.

That day, when she sat up, she forgot to pull up her skirt.

[Author's digression]: Roll, I'm dragging Yurou all over the floor. I'm asking for collections, messages, and rewards... Where are the rich people? Where are the babies? I see our hands calling for wood.
Chapter completed!