He immediately discovered this and understood this, but his powerful hands moved her weak arms away - what an intoxicating miracle - those slight resistances added to the fun.
.Her weak hands and delicate body were just like those years ago, just like those times when he forced her to indulge in revenge...because the subconscious contained destruction, revenge, and ravage...
I feel that every joy I get from her is one more revenge, that is, I have successfully harmed the enemy... Just like war, just like cruelty, kill the enemy and let their wives and daughters lie in your arms.
…Isn’t this the greatest victory and greatest joy in war?
Throughout the ages, the final result of every war has been like this! It is also the most powerful war mobilization order.
Isn't it a terrible war between men and women?
In this life, every trivial matter, every love, even the way two people get along... even who is in charge of economic power, who is in charge of internal affairs and who is in charge of external affairs... isn't this all invisible and invisible war?
He held Qiao Xiaomai and controlled her every move.
It's like a child playing with a group of ants, making them round and flattening, and doing whatever they want.
Qiao Xiaomai, Qiao Xiaomai, you are mine, so I can control everything about you.
There is actually a devil hidden in everyone's heart, a desire to conquer others, and a small, sadistic feeling... As long as this feeling is not magnified without limit, it will not hurt others, it is just a kind of
Just fun.
Therefore, in these years, Master Yi has no interest in any woman, including Bingbing... It is because he will never experience such subconscious joy and joy of conquest from them...
Only now, only now, only when he completely eliminates her little resistance and anger under him...
Like a person who has been hiking for a long time and finally picked the flower on the top of the mountain.
He completely imprisoned her hand, and only her fragrance was left on his nose, faint, just like the days after bathing, just like those days in the past... Seven or eight years later, he finally made up for it completely.
At the most intense moment, he suddenly bit her lips gently, and his voice was incredibly gentle: "Wheat...Wheat..."
However, she didn't look at him. She kept her head away and her eyes closed, like a sleeping person who refused to open her eyes no matter what.
"wheat……"
He suddenly used a little strength and bit her. Maybe it was the slight pain. She finally opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes full of confusion and wetness.
"Wheat, look at me..." His voice was slightly hoarse. At this moment, he actually became greedy and stared at him intently, as if he wanted to see her clearly - no, he wanted her to see him clearly.
Clearly. Clearly see this man, the man who is so intimate and closely integrated with her.
Her eyes swept across his face, and her wet eyelashes drooped slightly, like a butterfly that had forgotten to incite. However, when she looked away, he strangely raised his head slightly and actually bit her eyelids.