Qingcheng Juelian——If she is the treasure in his palm 3000
Qinghe vaguely realized something and looked at him in panic.
But he saw his eyes burning like fire, glaring at her tightly with the heat that wanted to burn her. In his pupils, Qinghe clearly saw the word "danger"...
Si Jue's eyes were downcast, his arms holding her strong and strong, and his steps firm.
Qinghe didn't dare to express his anger, and even he felt that his cheeks were red and a little painful.
Her body was laid flat on the couch by him. He sat next to her and put one hand on the waistband of her abdomen.
Qinghe began to gasp for breath, and his waist and limbs became stiff and numb.
The throat seemed tense and moved slightly in fear.
Her eyes blinked faster and faster as he leaned down.
The hot breath fell silently on her face and lips, like fire and scorching wind, completely disrupting her breathing.
Qinghe took a quick breath.
If you press your elbows hard, you have to sit up in a hurry.
Her shoulders were gently grasped by a pair of hot palms at the right time, and she was pushed back.
Then, the lips were suddenly sealed.
In front of Qinghe's wide-open eyes, there was his handsome face. Those beautiful eyes were slightly closed. He kissed her gently, twirling her carefully, with such attention and care, as if she was him.
Treasure in the palm of your hand.
However, it is so strong and irresistible.
His body came up,
He clasped her neck with one hand, and dangerously covered her waist and abdomen with the other hand.
Qing He opened his lips slightly and took a big breath, but only sucked in his breath.
Like a wall, she was completely locked up.
Clenching his hands tightly, Qing He's eyelashes were stained with moisture, and his cheeks were covered with drunken red rouge.
She raised her head slightly, as if she was resisting him, but also seemed to be silently inviting him, or maybe she was just unable to resist.
Her skin felt slightly cold, Qinghe's nervous breathing was unreasonable, her shoulders were trembling, and her body was shaking unreasonably.
She grasped his bare arm muscles tightly with both hands.
Clean and round nails, pinched down tightly.
His lips, filled with hot air, caressed her neck. Qinghe's tears welled up, and sadness hung in the corners of his eyes.
And when the severe pain hit, the tears finally fell.
She bit her white lips and swallowed the choked sobs into her throat.
Si Jue tenderly kissed her away her tears, but he still bullied her ruthlessly, and Qinghe cried in the end.
In the end, her vision was blurred, and in front of her eyes, she could only vaguely see his handsome face that was flushed with satisfaction, and then she fell into a deep sleep.
But even if she fainted, she could not stay at peace. Her whole body was like a piece of duckweed, floating in the vast and boundless sea.
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When Qinghe woke up again, it was already three o'clock in the morning. He sat blankly on the couch with his quilt in his arms, staring blankly at the brand new quilt and bedding.
On the white arms holding the quilt, there was no good skin at this time, it was all green and red, with terrible marks.
With his arms still like this, Qinghe didn't dare to look at other places.
I just feel that some places, like those that have been whipped, are very painful!
But these pains were not enough to compare with her chaotic emotions at the moment.
Qinghe closed her eyes deeply, she was still with him...
"Little kitten..." Following the voice came a snow-white scenery.
Qinghe's face turned pale, he grabbed the quilt tightly and subconsciously pulled the quilt up to his body.
The "scars" on her body could be concealed, but when she looked up at his eyes, they were extremely red, but there was not a single tear in them.
Si Jue's eyes were pricked and he narrowed his eyes tightly.
He stepped forward and grabbed her arm, lifted her out, grabbed the dress prepared for her on the stool in front of the couch and put it on her.
When he saw the large and small "scars" on her body, Si Jue frowned instantly and became gentler in dressing her.
Qinghe bit her lip, her body still trembling, and looked at him with red eyes.
Si Jue put on her clothes and shoes, then pursed his lips and looked at her eyes as red as thick blood and said, "My mother is ill, this time is unusual!"
"..." Qinghe was stunned, and the depression and mixed emotions in his heart turned into worry.
Qinghe held up the hem of her skirt and walked out quickly without saying a word.
Even though her body was weak and slightly trembling, her steps were anxious and nervous.
Si Jue looked at her hurried back, his dark eyes darkening.
He lifted his clothes and hurried forward.
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"Ah...why don't you let me die? Why do you want me to live in such pain? I want to die, I want to die, ah..."
As soon as Qinghe walked to the door of Mu Zhifei's room, he heard her shrill screams and the banging of chairs and stools.
With his heart tightening, Qinghe hurriedly took out the medicine bottle in his arms and walked in quickly.
Qinghe still took a breath when he saw Mu Zhifei, who was "tied up" on a chair and bench with his hair covered in blood and looking crazy.
When Mu Qianhua saw Qinghe coming, he was grasping at straws and looked at her expectantly.
Qinghe swallowed his throat, bit his lips and walked up, quickly saying to Mu Qianhua, "Mr. Mu, please hold my aunt steady!"
She was sitting on a chair and stool, struggling and moving. She couldn't move easily.
Mu Qianhua did not dare to neglect and quickly hugged Mu Zhifei's shoulders.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Mu Qianhua touched her, she struggled even more fiercely and screamed.
I don't know how much energy she contains in Liu Yiyi, who usually looks weak and weak. She actually broke free of the rope that bound her during the struggle.
As soon as she was able to take off her clothes, she rushed towards Qinghe.
Qinghe ignored his fear and rushed towards her.
One hand grabbed her arm, opened the mouth of the medicine bottle with his mouth, and then breathed it into her.
But she slapped her in the face.
A loud snap!
Qinghe gasped in pain, and he could even clearly feel that the side of his face that she had hit swelled up quickly.
But she stubbornly hugged Mu Zhifei's arm and did not let go.
And when Mu Zhifei slapped her, Qinghe was ready to be slapped again by her and gritted his teeth.
But that slap never fell again.
Because Si Jue grasped Mu Zhifei's arm that fell down in time.
Mu Qianhua also recovered from the surprise and hugged Mu Zhifei from behind.
Qinghe didn't dare to relax and hurriedly put the mouth of the medicine bottle into Mu Zhifei's nose and sniffed.
She gradually calmed down, but she did not fall asleep like the previous two times. Instead, she opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ground, muttering something in her mouth.
Qinghe combed his breath slightly, but his brows were still furrowed.
Because she also saw that her situation was indeed getting more and more serious.
Glancing at Mu Qianhua, Qinghe said, "Mr. Mu, help my aunt to rest on the couch."
Mu Qianhua glanced at the red and swollen half of her face worriedly, then nodded and helped Mu Zhifei to the couch.
Seeing him helping Muzhifei lie down, Qinghe pursed his lips, picked up his skirt and walked out quickly.
Unexpectedly, his arm was grabbed from behind.
Qinghe's heart also seemed to be caught, tightening violently!
The back is stiff and seems unable to move.
A flash of white walked in front of her, and his slender fingers gently lifted her chin.
Qinghe's eyelashes trembled, but he still raised his eyes to look at him.
"...Does it hurt?" Si Jue looked at her cheek, which was almost bloody from the beating, feeling heartbroken.
He gritted his teeth tightly and his pupils were a little scarlet.
His behavior made Qinghe feel proud. If the person who hit her hadn't been his own mother, he might have turned back!
Taking a breath, Qinghe shook his head slightly.
"How come it doesn't hurt? It's swollen!" Sijue gently stroked her cheek with his palm, but he didn't really touch her face, as if he was worried about hurting her.
Qinghe's heart was trembling, but what he said was calm and meaningless, "Brother Jue, I'm really fine. I have to go out for something. Brother Jue and Mr. Mu stay here to take care of my aunt in case she gets sick again."
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go out?
Si Jue's dark eyes slowly settled, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his gaze was dull and dull, "Kitten is going out, where are you going?"