Xia Houfengli paused slightly, twisted the corners of his lips, and said mockingly, "Liar woman! Look at how honest your body is and how much you welcome this prince!"
He thought that the continuously gushing red liquid was Jiang Nanyan's emotional expression...
Xia Houfengli's hand on Jiang Nanyan's slender waist slid down her pink buttocks, held it, and increased his speed. Every thrust hit hard on the softest and most vulnerable part of her body deep in the flower path.
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Panting, the sound of flesh hitting each other, Xia Houfeng's sarcasm, and the blood, all merged into one, forming a terrifying scene that is almost impossible to look at...[
Time passes bit by bit...
Jiang Nanyan's heart withered bit by bit as time went by, until
die.
I don't know how long it took, but Xia Houfengli was finally satisfied. He stopped and quickly exited Jiang Nanyan's body. Without even looking at her, he turned around and jumped out of bed, quickly put on his clothes and strode away.
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Jiang Nanyan was like a doll that had been ravaged to pieces, lying there with her whole body cold.
Under his body, there was a trace stained red with blood.
The lower abdomen no longer hurts, and Jiang Nanyan knows that the child is gone.
Instinctively, she could no longer feel the child's breath at all.