Facing those miniature, dark eyes shining with a deep cold light, her frightened heart skipped a beat.
It's over, he will never let himself go.
She knew his evil nature so well that she didn't know how he would punish her.
My uneasy heart almost jumped out of my throat.
His body tightened and waited for the punishment to come, but there was no movement for a long time.
She looked at him doubtfully, but saw his eyes falling on her wrist, which was stained red with blood.
Only then did she realize that her wrist was badly injured, and the pain came slowly, but she didn't dare to move because his deep eyes kept falling on her wrist, and she was so deep that she didn't know what he was thinking.
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Just when he was so nervous that he didn't even dare to take a breath, his fingers reached up to his wrist and gently touched away a trace of blood.
Such caution made her heart tremble slightly, and tears suddenly filled her eyes.
Last night, when he bullied her, she didn't even cry.
Now, his gentle move made her cry.
His gaze kept falling on her deeply carved wrist, so deep that he couldn't see the bottom of his eyes.
I don't know what he will do next, whether to grab her wound and make her scream in pain, or to throw his hand away indifferently.
While she was nervous, the quilt covering her body was suddenly opened, and suddenly, a cold wind hit her whole body, making her shiver with cold.
In fact, it was more of a pain, because the cold wind invaded and stung the scars left last night with burning pain.
I wanted to grab the quilt back to cover my exposed skin, but my whole body was so painful that I could hardly move, so I could only look at him sadly with bright eyes open.
Don't look, don't look.
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She screamed in her heart, it was a trace of shame.
"The paint on your body is so beautiful. I believe you can be a mannequin without any makeup. The real one is much more interesting than the painted one." He ran his warm fingers over the scars and said calmly.
With.
Are there any such shameless people in the world?
The instigator is still able to say such cold-blooded sarcastic remarks.
Is he still human?
Calling him a devil is a compliment to him.
He is simply more cruel and hateful than the devil.
She stared at him with hatred in her eyes. At this moment, if eyes could kill, she really wanted to cut him into pieces to rid him of this scourge.
"Ling Muze, you are not a human being. You made me like this and said such heartless words. If your heart is dug out, it will be black. Oh, no, you have no heart. If you have a heart,
, Even if he is dark, he will not be so cold-blooded." She yelled at him angrily, out of breath with excitement.
His eyes narrowed dangerously, glaring at her deeply and coldly.
Shui Xi was so angry that she didn't care how powerful he was and glared at him angrily.
She was already scarred anyway, so she wasn't afraid of him inflicting more scars on her body.
"I thought that after the training last night, you would learn a lot, but you still don't understand. You act impulsively and make no progress at all."
He looked down upon her with a look that showed that a child could not be taught.
His cold words were like a basin of water poured on her head, which suddenly made her muddy head sober up.
Training/teaching? Is he going to do this again?
Thinking of the fiery encounter last night, she trembled with fear.
"Are you scared?" He pinched her small chin with his fingers and raised it frivolously.
Facing his dark and deep eyes, she swallowed hard. His thoughts were too deep. Who knew what cruel things he would do if he got upset.
To avoid making too many mistakes and suffering too much, she simply bit her lips and said nothing.
No matter what he said, she just turned a deaf ear.
I saw her lowering her eyes and becoming submissive, like a wild cat tamed by her owner.
Knowing that she was afraid of what happened last night, he curled his lips in satisfaction.
In fact, he doesn't have any bad taste in SM training/training. The punishment last night can be said to be child's play for real SM training/training. He didn't use the props that SM is accustomed to.
However, in order to scare her, he still used some methods.
If she dares to make arbitrary decisions again and refuses to obey him, he will definitely use whips, candles and other sm props.
What she just said was not entirely correct, but it was not much different. He was a cold-blooded person.
If he wasn't afraid that she would be too weak and become disabled by accident, he would never be lenient.
Touching her head, she shrank back sensitively.
She is really afraid of him.
He curled his lips in satisfaction again.
Ignoring her silent resistance, he stroked her head like a pet: "If you still have some brains, just remember the lesson last night, be my pet, and don't disobey me, otherwise, you will get worse.
/Teach you that you brought it on yourself."
He was obviously a demon who ate people without spitting out their bones, but he acted like a bastard who said everything was your own fault and it was none of his business. This really made her so angry that she almost had internal injuries.
It's really crazy to live with such a devil.
She was wailing madly in her heart.
But she also knew that it was useless to show off her anger at this time. Her disadvantaged situation would not change at all. Instead, new injuries would be added to the old ones, and her whole person would be completely scrapped.
The experience last night was really terrible.
She doesn't have the courage to do it again.
"I know." He responded helplessly, sadly, and in a low voice.
"Be good." He patted her cheek. This action was completely a sign of appreciation for the owner's satisfaction with his pet.
Being treated like a pet by him made me so angry that I really wanted to bite off one of his fingers.
But a good girl never suffers immediate losses. As the saying goes, it is never too late for a woman to take revenge in ten years.
For the time being, she could only endure it.
Alas~~~~(amp;gt;_amp;lt;)~~~~The atmosphere became quiet, and even the sounds of each other's breathing could be heard clearly.
As soon as she calmed down, she could always feel the overwhelming pressure coming from him. Even the air flow was not smooth, and it became difficult to breathe.
He has a domineering aura about him that is hard to ignore and can only be endured with a humble attitude.
Because of the quiet atmosphere, she could clearly feel the blood on her wrist sliding down her arm.
I really wanted to get up and clean the wound, but I was so shocked by his majesty that I didn't dare to move.
She was worried whether he would pounce on her with all his bestiality, because his eyes were always fixed on her deeply.
The time she spent with him was not short, and she knew what he would do next in every move he made.
If he stared at her like this for a moment, didn't he mean that he wanted to make love to her?
He is really a stallion with strong energy. He violated me hard all night and still has desire. I believe that his endurance and demand for love can break the Guinness record.
Just when she secretly despised him, she suddenly felt the bed sinking downwards. He did not pounce on her as expected, but got up, got out of bed without saying a word, put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom.
This made her, Zhang Er Monk, confused. She clearly sensed his intention. Could it be that she was thinking wrong?
In confusion, I saw him walking in carrying a medical kit.
If she hadn't been lying down, she would have fainted from this almost impossible thing.
The devil who takes pleasure in torturing her will mercifully heal her injuries. The probability of this is as slim as the national football team winning the World Cup.
However, this incredible thing happened so clearly before our eyes.
If her wrist hadn't hurt terribly, she would have pinched herself hard.
Her eyes followed his figure until he sat down next to her. She still couldn't believe that such a high-minded, self-righteous, cold-blooded person like him would personally heal people's injuries.
"If a person's eyes are so wide, they look like fish eyes." He said viciously.
"Ah~" Shui Xi blinked his eyes and opened his mouth.
"The mouth is wide open, but it looks like a hippopotamus." He continued to sneer.
Shui Xi held back his breath and closed his mouth.
This bastard, if I hear anything good from him, the national football team will definitely enter the World Cup.
He snorted coldly, stopped talking to her, and took out the cotton swabs and wound medicine from the medical kit.
However, when he saw that her wrist was stained red with blood, it looked shocking, and she felt inexplicably irritable.
He gave her a cold look, stood up with great movements, and walked towards the bathroom.
baffling.
Shui Xi couldn't bear to glare at his back. She didn't say a word, but she could make him unhappy. It was wrong to say it, and it was wrong not to say it.
It's hard to be a woman.
It's even harder to be Ling Muche's woman.
While thinking about it, I saw him walking to the bedside with a wet towel and sitting down.
At this moment, Shui Xi understood why he had left that cold look inexplicably just now. It was because the young master was unhappy with his servants and was in a depressed mood.
Thinking that he would also be depressed, she became happy, her depressed mood became better, and she felt a sense of revenge.
"You are stupid. Why are you smiling? Stretch your hand over." He ordered coldly.
"Oh!" She bent the corners of her raised lips and slowly stretched out a hand.
Although her movements were very slow and careful, she still grimaced in pain.
"Look at your virtue." He glared disdainfully at her face, which was twisted in pain.
She couldn't help but talk back: "If I tied you up like last night, and trained you like you did with me, wouldn't it hurt you?"
His handsome eyebrows were raised coldly: "Do you want to have the treatment last night again?"
"No, don't." She shook her head in shock.
"Then don't try to talk back to me," he threatened.
"Oh!" He lowered his eyes in frustration.
He glanced at her and grabbed her wrist. She let out a cry of pain and couldn't help but relax her movements.
The towel gently pressed against her wrist.
It's not as cold as imagined, but warm and warm.
He actually carefully rubbed the towel with hot water, which made her look up at him in surprise.
Instantly, I was shocked by his focused expression.
She saw him lowering his eyes and carefully wiping the blood on her wrist with the towel. She could feel that the towel did not touch her wound, which was enough to see his devotion and care.