Mingyue was a little flustered by the sight, her eyes were like bottomless pools, and she felt lost as soon as she looked into them.
Looking at the gap beside her, she turned around and wanted to escape, but she didn't expect that her thoughts had already been seen through.
A big hand wrapped around her path and held her tightly in his arms. The force of the confinement gave her no chance to break free.
The bewitching handsome face was close to her, and her musky breath was blowing on her face. Ming Yue suddenly felt dizzy, and her heartbeat quickened.
"What are you doing? Let me out!"
Not wanting to let herself be in that elusive feeling, Ming Yue pushed hard on her solid chest, trying to get out of his grasp, but she was helpless with his big hands like iron pincers. Her body, which had just recovered from a serious illness, didn't have much strength at all.
The body twisting in his arms suddenly made Yehen feel a strange feeling in his body, "Don't make me angry, it won't do you any good."
After saying that, the big hand seemed to be reluctant to let go of the soft body in his arms.
What happened to him just now? Why did his body suddenly feel hot?
Mingyue looked at the back of the figure who turned and left, and couldn't help but feel inexplicably surprised.
Just now, she contradicted him, and she thought he would treat her like he did before...
Why does it seem to be different from before? His eyes just now seemed not as cold as before...
In the hot afternoon, the scorching sun hung like fire in the blue sky, seeming to ignite the blue sky.
The bright moon sits under the shade of the trees in the garden, not sleepy at all
For several days in a row, she was troubled by an indescribable strange feeling, and she could not help but think of such a cold and evil face.
It should be said that that face occupied the space in my brain so domineeringly that I couldn’t get rid of it.
After that day, the elusive man didn't show up for several days.
What is he busy with every day?
When this idea came up, Mingyue was startled.
Why is she, why is she always thinking about that man recently, thinking about that bastard who almost tortured her to death!
It must be because he tortured me so badly that I keep thinking about him
Unable to figure out the confusion in her heart, Mingyue found an excuse for herself
It's better to go out and relax. As a patient who has not yet recovered, her thoughts are a little disordered.
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Ten minutes later, Mingyue sat in the back seat of the extended Lincoln, leaning on the comfortable seat behind her, looking through the car window at the scenery on the roadside that she had not seen for a long time.