Her exclamations and surprises were quickly plundered by his lips and tongue. His flexible and hot dragon tongue was cruel and domineering, cold and tough, occupying all her sweetness and softness.
He opened his eyes, like a beast that had caught its prey, enjoying the struggle of its prey. He watched her weaken a little in his arms, give up resistance little by little, and finally support her weakly on his chest with both hands.
His kiss stopped, but he still held her lips tightly, biting and teasing her lips that seemed to melt in her mouth.
He had long known that this woman had a naturally beautiful figure. Although she was drunk that day, he could clearly remember every detail, including her rawness, resistance, pain, and joy.
He had no intention of remembering these things, but it was like someone had left a mark on his heart that he couldn't forget even if he wanted to.
Her body slowly slid down, and he forcefully pulled her back into his arms. He then watched with satisfaction as her breath was weak and her eyes were tightly closed, looking helpless after being ravaged by him.
If she wasn't pregnant, he would definitely not let her go so easily today. She probably relied on this to dare to show up here with confidence. Thinking of this, he threw her aside bitterly, like a piece of garbage.
, turned around and walked to the window, lighting a cigarette in annoyance.
"Go away, take your things and get out of here." He didn't know if he was losing his temper with her or with himself. If he was with her, why was his chest like burning gasoline, suffocating, burning, and thinking uncomfortably?
Get a basin of ice water.
Qiu Mo held on to the wall on one side, and her confused mind was brought back to reality by his ruthless words. She staggered to the bed and arranged her small desk lamp, the books she read when she couldn't sleep, and her pajamas.
, there are not many things, because when he is not around, she mostly stays in her room.
After packing up, she carried her things and walked out. She walked in a hurry. She was afraid that if she stopped, her tears would burst.
His shadow was elongated by the light outside the window and cast on the dark brown floor. Even the smoke from the cigarette could be clearly seen. She glanced at the shadow, bit her lip, closed the door and left.
With a moderate sound, the cigarette in Leng Xiao's hand burned his fingers. He threw the half-smoked cigarette to the ground and stamped it out with his shoe, leaving a small black scorch mark on the floor.
Eye-catching and dazzling.
That night, in the huge cold house, several people fell asleep at the same time.
Qiu Mo couldn't remember when she fell asleep, and it was another night of nightmares.
When she woke up, Axiu was already cleaning her room. She always did things lightly and never disturbed her sleep. When she opened her eyes, she always saw a bright and clean window.
"Axiu, what time is it?" Qiu Mo was confused by her sleep. She glanced at the clock on the wall but couldn't see clearly. Her eyesight has always been bad recently. Sometimes her eyesight suddenly blurred. She thought it was due to excessive blood loss.
phenomenon, I have never paid attention to it.
"Young mistress, it's already ten o'clock. Aren't you hungry?" Axiu opened the curtains and the sun shone in.
"Where is the young master?" Qiu Mo touched his stomach, feeling a little hungry.
"I went to work in the morning."
"Oh." Qiu Mo lay down again. She was really sleepy and a little delirious. Last night, they seemed to have had a serious argument. He told a lot of truths that she didn't know before, for example.
.. She raised her wrist... This was probably a defective bracelet.
She once naively thought that he cared about her a little bit, but the fact was so ruthless that the beautiful ideal she had finally built was shattered. She could feel that every part of her heart was scratched.
, you can cure this part, but you can't cure that part.
"Young mistress, are you still going to sleep?" Axiu stood by the bed and looked at her in confusion.
"Bring the food to the room." Qiu Mo buried her face in the pillow.
She has no mood or appetite to eat, but the baby still needs nutrition. No matter what happens to her and Leng Xiao, she must protect the baby well.
"Okay, just wait, I'll go right away." Axiu went to get the food.
Not long after, she re-entered the house with a fragrant breakfast. Qiu Mo got up from the bed and was about to eat when she heard voices coming from outside the door.
"How do you do things? If Miss's things are broken, your entire month's salary will be deducted."
Qiu Mo frowned, turned around and asked Axiu: "Who is outside?"
In the cold house, Ma Liu was the head of all the servants, but she treated those servants like her own children and would never make such a harsh sound.
And she herself has never yelled and shouted at her servants like this.
Axiu said: "I'll go take a look."
As soon as she opened the door, the harsh voice from outside came in, "Don't you have eyes? Show me the way, this way, not that way."
"Xiao Hui?" Axiu looked at this girl who was about the same age as her in surprise. Although they had worked under the same roof before, they were not familiar with each other. Xiao Hui usually didn't like to talk and was a bit mysterious in her behavior.
, other girls didn’t like her very much, she was the only one who could talk to her for a few words. She didn’t expect that this seemingly weak girl would have such an arrogant and domineering side.
Xiaohui looked at her with some contempt and continued to instruct several male servants to work.
Axiu saw those people moving some clothes and daily necessities into Leng Xiao's master bedroom. She asked in confusion: "Whose things are you moving?"
"Of course it belongs to the young lady. Who else could it be? Could it be that ugly young lady of yours?" Xiaohui said in a very arrogant tone.
Hearing what she said about Qiu Mo, Axiu became angry without realizing it. She stepped forward and blocked the door, blocking the servants out. She blushed with anger and said loudly: "Who do you think is ugly?
This is the young master’s room, did you move things in there with his permission?”
"Hey, Axiu, you're just a cook, why are you so nosy?" Xiaohui stepped forward to pull her away, but Axiu held on to the door frame and refused to let go.
The two of them were in a stalemate, neither letting the other go, until Qiu Mo heard the sound and pushed the door open.
The servants hurriedly stepped aside and said respectfully: "Young mistress."
Axiu seemed to have seen her savior and hurriedly shouted: "Young mistress, they are going to move things into the young master's house. The young master has never given such instructions."
When Xiaohui saw Qiu Mo, she thought of the day she hurt Feng Siya with a knife. She couldn't help but feel itching with hatred, and she spoke like a gun or a stick.
"You call her Mistress. I don't know how many days this Mistress can work. As soon as our young lady recovers from her illness, she can go as far as she can."