If he hadn't happened to show up and save her six months ago, she would have been tricked into selling her body in a brothel by a man passing by because she was too hungry.
So it doesn't matter.
Even if he is used as a substitute and his innocence is stolen, it doesn't matter.
As long as he can do well, that's enough for her.
Mi Luo reached out and gently stroked away the sweat on Huangfulian's forehead, gently pressed his head into her chest, and whispered, "Lian... I won't leave, don't worry."
Bar……"[
As she spoke, she gently stroked Huangfulian's back, soothing him like a baby.
Until his tense muscles slowly relaxed and his breathing gradually became steady...
Mi Luo breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before he could even take a breath, he heard another subtle moaning sound in his ears.
The voice was very hoarse, as if it was in extreme pain.
The next second, Mi Luo felt his waist being tightened severely.
As if he was trying to rub her into his body, the force was so heavy and ruthless that Mi Luo's waist felt bursts of pain, his eyebrows were tightened, and a thin stream of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Is it a nightmare?
Mi Luo lowered his head and looked at Huangfulian, who had a tight mouth and a painful look on his face. He reached out his hand and gently touched his sweaty forehead, trying to wake him up.