Then, she sharply closed her teeth and bit down on his shoulder.
She bit hard with great force, and blood immediately flowed from between her teeth.
He was the first man she had ever loved in her life, and he was also the first man in her life. Even if she couldn't get him, she would at least leave her mark on his heart and body.
Jiao Yang didn't move, letting her bite him, but stretched out his arms to hug her tightly.
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After that, both of them indulged themselves.
The London night in early autumn is already a little chilly.
Inside the car, there was a fiery emotion, and thick fog covered everything inside the car windows.
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After a long time, everything finally calmed down.
Mo Bei lay tiredly in his arms, with a thin layer of sweat on his body. Jiao Yang lowered his face, looking at the face of the sleeping girl in the dimness, carefully pulled the blanket covering his legs, and covered it
her body.
She was too tired and slept deeply, but he couldn't sleep and didn't want to sleep.
There was still a faint pain in her shoulder, and his blood was still stained on her cheek. She stretched out her palm and Jiao Yang gently wiped away the blood on her cheek.
The face in his sight was still slightly flushed, and with the faint light coming from the window, he could see her face clearly without too much effort.
Her eyebrows were slender and her eyelashes were very thick, but they were not very curly, but exuded a stubborn childishness. Since she was sleeping, her hands were still tightly grasping the hem of his clothes, like that,
It was as if she was afraid that he would run away.
That look is both heartbreaking and childishly cute.
Looking at her face, Jiao Yang suddenly remembered the testimony in court that day.
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"Yes, I look at her like this. Because I think she is very beautiful. Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips...even her hair. Everything is perfect and irreproachable. I didn't even notice it before.
arrive."
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She is really beautiful.
Whether it was her eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips... or her sweat-soaked hair, everything was so beautiful that he couldn't let go.
He originally thought that he could control himself and not have extraordinary thoughts about her, but his body was so honest.
It was obvious that her medicine had worn off, but he still wanted her.
Ever since he escaped from that drunken life five years ago, he had never had such strong thoughts about any woman.
Do we have to let her go when the sun comes up?
No, he doesn't want to!
But, what to do?!
In my pocket, my phone buzzed softly.
Jiao Yang took out his cell phone, and what was displayed on it was his mother's phone number.
It is already early in the morning. Why is mother calling at this time?
Worried in his heart, Jiao Yang hurriedly answered the phone.
"Augus!" came the voice of a strange man on the other end of the phone.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who you are. What's important is that your mother is in my hands now. If you don't want her to die, come back to your apartment immediately." The man smiled grimly, "Remember, come alone, don't
Inform the police, otherwise, I will die with her."
"Yangyang, don't come here, don't...Yangyang..."
In the background of the man's voice, his mother Jiao Yalin's voice could be vaguely heard.
"Don't hurt her. I can give you whatever I want."
"Very well, come on now, I'll only give you half an hour!"
