"Just because I condone some things with you doesn't mean I condone everything with you! A sister-in-law is a sister-in-law, and her status is different. Don't think about things you shouldn't!" Ding Shaoze still squeezed Su Xiaoxiao's chin tightly, and Su Xiaoxiao struggled desperately.
But to no avail, he scratched Ding Shaoze's arm desperately. Ding Shaoze didn't care that Su Xiaoxiao's nails scratched a few bloody marks on the back of his hand.
"Let me go, it hurts... it hurts..."
"It hurts? Do you know it hurts?" Ding Shaoze held Su Xiaoxiao's petite and thin body in his arms with his left hand, and pinched Su Xiaoxiao's chin with the fingers of his right hand.
"I'm not...a dead person...of course...I know the pain..."
"You still dare to talk back? Let me tell you, Su Ruliu, no matter how much I hate you, I will never let you go or fulfill your shady intentions. I will make you die in Ding Mansion even if I die!" Dashou!
Letting go of Su Xiaoxiao's chin, Su Xiaoxiao rubbed the almost broken chin and glared at Ding Shaoze, "Do you have a mental problem? I didn't offend you, why did you pinch me so painfully? What?
Shameful thoughts? I just don’t like you, Ding Shaoze, and I just want to leave the Ding family. What’s wrong? If you have the guts, let me go!"
Hearing her saying that she didn't like her eldest brother, Ding Shaoyu felt inexplicable joy in his heart. What happened to him?
The cold light in Ding Shaoze's eyes became even more intense. He held Su Xiaoxiao's slender waist hand and secretly exerted force, causing Su Xiaoxiao to scream in pain. Ding Shaoyu heard the exclamation of pain and felt a pain in his heart. Just as he was about to move forward, he felt cold when he touched Ding Shaoze.
eyes, and steps froze in place.
"Hunt you? This young master said that I want you to die in Ding Mansion!"
Su Xiaoxiao also became angry and pushed Ding Shaoze away. Ding Shaoze did not expect that Su Ruliu, who had always been timid and timid, would resist. Su Xiaoxiao accidentally escaped from his shackles.
"Ding Shaoze, let me tell you now! I don't like you! I will escape from Ding's house even if I die! I will never be your Ding Shaoze's woman!"
"You have been my woman for a long time. Why, don't you remember? Do you want me to let you relive our past love tonight?" Ding Shaoze smiled coldly, the corners of his mouth curved into a cold and mocking arc, and Su Xiaoxiao backed away warily.
, holding her breasts and staring at Ding Shaoze, "Who said I am your woman? Even if the body is yours! The soul is not yours!"
"Then whose soul do you want your soul to be?"
Ding Shaoze's eyes became even colder, and his peripheral vision swept across Ding Shaoyu's face like a knife. Ding Shaoyu's originally surprised face looked a little embarrassed.
"My soul only belongs to me, no one can take it away!"
The surprise on Ding Shaoyu's face turned into disappointment, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became stiff. Ding Shaoze, on the other hand, still had a cold expression and a stinky face, as if everyone owed him money.
"One day, your body, soul and thoughts will all belong to me!" Ding Shaoze stretched out his hand to pinch Su Xiaoxiao's chin.
Su Xiaoxiao glared at Ding Shaoze. This sand pig man was addicted to pinching her chin. She wanted to hide away, but Ding Shaoze pinched her chin firmly.
The rough big hand slid down the white and smooth skin of the chin, and Su Xiaoxiao's thoughts began to wander randomly again. Didn't the novel say that when the male protagonist's big hand slides over the skin of the female pig's foot, the female pig's foot will feel like an electric shock?
Why? Why not only did I not feel the tingling sensation of electric shock, but instead my skin hurt from the calluses on those rough hands.
Isn't Ding Shaoze a male pig's trotter? That's right. How could he, a big man like a sand pig, be a male pig's trotter? If the author asked him to be a male pig's trotter, she, Su Xiaoxiao, would go on a hunger strike to protest... a hunger strike for one meal...