The misty fog was filled with the sky and the earth, and the wet air made her brain less and less clear.
A sweet feeling came from her chest, and the sweetness and greasy feeling made her gradually soften her whole body and mind. Suddenly, the sweetness became intense and crazy, and her limbs and bones trembled involuntarily.
Her red lips slightly opened, and her satisfying moan overflowed inadvertently. In the hazy, the wet touch slid into her lips and teeth. She swung a dull moan, and the trembling tongue couldn't help but touch the wetness. So sweet and so greasy,
So intoxicating.
The moment the sky collapses and the earth breaks, the body and mind are filled with force, full and happy.
Crazy collision, desperate entanglement. She raised a small face with a scorching color, and her deep affection overflowed:
"Postscript..."
A storm suddenly came. As consciousness swayed more violently, darkness once again enveloped the entire world...
She woke up in a soreness.
The eyes are a magnificent large bed, with a veil inlaid with gold edges, a large red gold brocade mattress and quilts. The antique decoration outside the veil is familiar.
She moved her stiff body gently, her eyebrows were unconsciously frowned, her chest was swollen, her back pain, her legs were sore, and there... the scorching pain. A hint of chill was stringing up, and her trembling slender hands gently pulled away
The brocade quilt, wherever it enters the eyes, was full of traces of being destroyed, red, swollen, bruised and terrible dazzling.
Crazy fear came, she closed her eyes and fell back to the bed weakly.
The handsome face flashed under the bright white moonlight. He... treated her like this.
There was a commotion outside the door, and the respectful salute of the palace maid and eunuch came with a hint of cold air: "See the Lord!"
She closed her eyes, except for the heavy feeling of powerlessness, she could no longer feel anything else.
The familiar and unfamiliar aura was from far to near, and she could imagine that he brushed away the layers of veils and gradually approached her. He still closed his eyes tightly. At this moment, he didn't know how to face it, nor did he want to face it.
The cold fingertips passed her cheeks and she trembled unconsciously.
"Open your eyes and let me take a good look." His voice was still low and magnetic, but it was more deserted than before.
She opened her eyes obediently, but did not dare to look at him.
Goodbye, I can no longer tell whether it is guilt or resentment. What I feel ashamed of her love at the beginning, and what I feel resentful of him was his domineering capture.
It seems like a different life.
Murong Yun raised her chin and forced her to face herself. Her beautiful big eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she was charming. He smiled slightly, a little cruelly. "How long has it been since we met? A year?
Or two years? Demonic, do you miss me?"
Seeing that she didn't say anything, he took off his golden brocade robe and lay down beside her. She subconsciously wanted to escape, but he was locked in her arms.
"You didn't miss me, I miss you so much." A kiss was gently printed on her lips, and his smile was so evil and cold.
The man in front of her was so strange that it was scary. He was no longer the cloud she had known in the past, but a brand new cold-hearted king. She pushed his chest hard, desperately trying to break free from his clamp. The inexplicable fear made her
I just want to escape from this man.
"You have changed, become so disobedient." He pressed her hands on his head with one hand, and suddenly turned over and pressed her heavily, "Have you forgotten what I said? I once told you that I like to be obedient.
woman."
"Are you supposed to call yourself me at this time?" She glared at him fiercely, although she was afraid, but she was not willing to be outdone.
"Have you finally spoke?" Her long cold fingers gently tapped her red lips, her face was filled with smiles, but her eyes were filled with frost. "I will never change to you."
She turned her face away and didn't say anything.
"Where are you? Have you changed?" His kiss fell to her ear, and a warm breath spilled heavily. "Who is the person you are thinking about at this moment? Feng Ba? or Feng Sufu? Is your heart still there?
My place? Hum?"
He bit her ear hard, and she burst into tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry..."
"This is not what I want." He never asked for it, and it was never a so-called apology. "Tell me, do you still have me in your heart? Is there?"
"You don't want to do this..."
"Is there any?" His lips and teeth turned between her neck, then moved to her chest, venting the ravages.
"Ah! Yun, don't do this!" She struggled wildly, tears flowing all over the pillowcase, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you! You want my life, I can give it back to you at any time, don't do this, please don't do this, please don't do this,
ah!"
"What do I want your life? What I want is your heart!" Jin was pulled apart, and her snow-white body was exposed to the air without any concealment. His eyes were cold and he stared at her heart fiercely.
Wherever you are, "I really want to dig it open and see why it is so cruel to me!"
"I can't help myself!" It's sadness and despair. He was hurt to the fullest. Wasn't she so painful that she couldn't breathe? She loved deeply and missed deeply, but she didn't know each other. Who knows her pain?
She looked up at him, her eyes were hazy and confused: "Everything is long overdue, old man."
This "old man" made Murong Yunsenhan's face pale and no one in an instant.
It’s really her! She is actually Murong Yan!
But, so what? In the past, she and Feng Ba were in love with each other, and he always stayed far away in his corner, watching everything with a smile. But now, since her soul has been wrongly attached to her, she has become his legitimate fiancée, then
It's God's will! God's will wants her to come to him!
"A royal family will give marriages early when they are seventeen years old, and start a family and start a business. Sunset, who is over twenty-seven years old, is still single and has not married. Do you know why?" The pale disappears, and the joking and ghostly smiles overflow again, "So many years,"
,Do you really don't know?"
Yang Xi looked at him in shock, his lips slightly opened, but he couldn't even say a word.
"You are smarter than before, and you can understand a lot, right?" He brushed his big palm across her hair, his movements were gentle and pityful, "You are right, everything is destined by God. God lets you replace him.
After Yang Xi, you want you to stop and stay by my side from now on to make up for my loneliness and fulfillment over the past years.”
"No, it's not like this." Her voice was dull, and a deep panic and fear rekindled in her heart.
The man in front of him has completely changed, becoming cold and terrifying. Seeing him taking off his clothes meticulously, she looked scared: "Old man, listen to me, old man... don't! Murong Yun, don't let me
I hate you, don't..."
"If you don't love me, then you hate me! Use your body and your heart to hate me! Remember this person you hate for the rest of your life!"
From the day when she no longer loved him, his soul was locked in the depths of hell! Without love, then use hatred to remember his life!
As long as he is not forgotten, even if he is hated and disliked, he will be happy.
I want you to remember that from now on, no matter whether it is love or hate, you will always be my demon!