She wants to pursue her dream, will he let her go?
She wants to have a warm home, her mother is alive, and her father comes back. Can he give it to her?
…
Raising her uninjured left hand, Luo Xiaoqian opened the zipper of her coat.
"bring it on."
After uttering two words without emotion, she turned her face to the side.
Isn't it her body that he wants?!
Looking at her expressionless, ashen little face, Leng Zimo's heart felt as if he had been punched hard by someone, contracting suddenly, and then felt a dull pain.
No!
This is not what he wants!
"That's not what I want!"
Letting go of her, Leng Zimo growled.
"Really?" Luo Xiaoqian turned around, looked into his dark eyes, and suddenly laughed, "Yes, that's indeed not what you want!"
He said he didn't want dead bodies.
Raising her hand to take off her coat, Luo Xiaoqian stepped forward and stood in front of him. She raised her hand to hold the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoned them one by one. She raised her hand to hold his face. She smiled.
Look up at him.
"is that so?"
She tried her best to smile, and she smiled very charmingly, but the smile was so fake that he could see through her at a glance.
Leng Zimo raised his hand and slapped her palm away, "Go upstairs!"
He is in a bad mood now, he also knows his temper, and he is already trying to control himself.
Tonight, she suffered so many injuries and grievances, and he didn't want to hurt her again.
"That's not it?!" Luo Xiaoqian took a step forward, raised her arms to wrap around his neck, pressed her body tightly against his body, and brought her lips to his, "Is that so?"
Leng Zimo frowned, "That's enough!"
"Is this enough?" She smiled, picked up her feet, and licked his lips like a cat, "Or do you still want me to do this?"
…
…
He hugged her so tightly that he almost crushed her bones, as if he wanted to fuse her into his flesh and blood.
She could hardly breathe, and naturally she was unable to resist. She could only let him do whatever he wanted, and could only breathe.
for a long time.
It wasn't until she was almost suffocating that Leng Zimo panted and let go of her, pressing her against the wall. He bit her delicate neck like a wild beast.
"Luo Xiaoqian, you are mine. You are never allowed to leave me without my permission. You are not allowed to..."
Luo Xiaoqian, Luo Xiaoqian, how did she know that she was his poison, and just a little bit could easily make him lose control.
She endured the pain and let him bite her, but remained motionless. Only when he accidentally touched her injured hand did she shrink back instinctively and take a breath uncontrollably.
Because Luo Xiaoqian kept her body straight and didn't react at all, her small movement seemed particularly obvious.
Feeling the strange movement of Luo Xiaoqian's body in his arms, Leng Zimo suddenly came back to his senses.
Lifting his face from her neck and looking at Luo Xiaoqian in front of him, Leng Zimo's eyebrows suddenly tightened.
"Does it hurt you?"
Damn it, how could he do such a thing to her at this time!
Leng Zimo, you deserve to die!
Didn't you want to comfort her? Why did you end up like this, you idiot!
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face sideways and said nothing.
Taking a gentle breath and suppressing the frantic emotions in his body, Leng Zimo carefully lifted her up, walked up the stairs step by step, and placed her on the pillow.
Luo Xiaoqian just thought he wanted to continue upstairs, turned her face to the other side, closed her eyes, and looked like she was letting him do whatever he wanted.
