Jiang Yumo took this injured woman to gallop through the streets of the imperial city, and he suddenly felt that the way back was many, many times longer than when he came, because his heart was anxious, he didn't know what this woman was doing now, and whether her injuries were serious or not.

Glancing back at the woman lying in the back seat, her embarrassed appearance made him feel distressed, she was soaked all over her body, and he suddenly felt a little annoyed why he didn't bring her an extra piece of clothing, but his regret was superfluous, because he couldn't foresee the terrible situation.

She lay there dying again, he shook his head helplessly, his car was simply an ambulance for children in early summer, although he thought so, he felt a little pity in his heart, he knew that this time she was seriously injured, this injury was not only on the body, but also in the heart.

Although he didn't have any more communication with her, he was not a fool, he calculated the value of every house in the villa area just now, this kind of villa was not at all something that a girl of her age could afford, so he didn't have to think about it and understood the underlying meaning, because he could faintly detect her unconcealable embarrassment, all of which reminded him of the man he had seen in that hall the night he first returned to the city. They had a brief but not pleasant meeting, the man's powerful aura left a deep impression on him, and what he really couldn't forget was the woman's whispering in her dreams, even in her sleep she would call out that name, in fact, that name he could blurt out now, but, he didn't want to say it.

He was not interested in knowing the relationship between the man and her, he only knew that he couldn't see her so depressed, as for what was hidden in the most fundamental place in his heart, he didn't have time or wanted to dig deeply, at this time, everything he did was like an improvisation, swaying freely, all with his heart, all with his feelings.

When it finally arrived, he picked her up carefully, and he suddenly noticed that she seemed to be much lighter than the last, as if there was no weight in his arms, as light as a feather, and he kissed her lightly on the forehead again, but it was not a prodigal act of a disciple, he just wanted to make sure that she had a fever, and that answer made his brow furrow even tighter, and when he saw that she was not suitable for the hospital at the moment, he sighed heavily, and he carried her back to his little den again.

After the rain washed, the orange and red left by the beeswax on the body in early summer have dissipated, and the original deep and shallow scars slowly emerged, although he already knew, but he still scared Jiang Yumo who changed her clothes, he just pulled the nightdress to her shoulder and saw countless marks left by doing that kind of thing, he is not a chaste virgin, he will not understand this, but this almost ravaging way still startled him.

As a man, he knows the uncontrollable catharsis that bursts out in the moment of passion, when the flames flow out like magma, the enthusiasm of the two people explodes at that moment, everything is like ashes, maybe there will inevitably be traces, but it is just a mark of love that two people who love each other brand on each other, and the mark seems to say, you are mine, and I am also yours.

But in this woman, he can't see love, the imprint seems to be just a one-man show, the man releases in her as if it is not desire but more like hatred, he doesn't understand why the man restrains her, but can't love her wholeheartedly, if a man who loves her will hold back and control his emotions, even if he can't control it, he will try to minimize the damage, or stay in those places that people can't see, but that person seems to be unscrupulous, even some deliberately in many places that everyone can see, such as behind the ears and on the collarbone。

He slowly took off her skirt, in fact, through the thin silk the two small roses on her chest had already loomed, he vaguely knew that she was not wearing underwear, but when the skirt went all the way down, he suddenly blushed and pulled the skirt up again, because he didn't expect her to even wear panties, he was embarrassed and didn't know what to do, now he doesn't have a girlfriend, the ex has been separated, the new one hasn't arrived yet, where is he going to get her women's panties, frowning, he went into the bedroom and got a brand new pair of men's boxers, he thought, Miss Chuxia, you will just do it, there is better than nothing。

He trembled like a virgin who had never seen a woman's body and put on his underwear for her, his eyes were deliberately half-closed, but he knew in his heart that he had seen everything, and that half-squinted eyes were just self-deception.

There seemed to be something sticky on her body, he looked at it, and remembered that it was beeswax, it didn't seem to have any effect, those marks were still there, and she was kneeling in the rain with these waxy films, what the hell happened to her, would she be punished so cruelly, what the hell was that man doing, did he think he was Satan?

Gently wiping her body with a warm towel, she curled up there obediently, like a baby, letting him caress every inch of her body, maybe subconsciously she knew that he could be trusted, but he was enduring a different kind of torture, the woman's body even in illness, still exuded a beautiful temptation, he felt the changes in his body little by little, his breathing became faster and faster, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, he knew that the frequency had changed from the board, The middle plate slowly evolved into an allegro, and even reached the posture of a sharp board, and the temperature of his body was telling him that maybe it was not only the woman who had a fever, but also him Jiang Yumo.

He suddenly took her unwillingly, he didn't know if it was a danger, but he couldn't stop his fanatical body, he kissed her ear like crazy, but he heard her talking, the voice was very soft, she said, "Do you love me a little?"

Jiang Yumo stopped, he was stunned, he also asked himself this question, what is this woman to himself, why does it affect his heart so much, but he has never dared to say that answer, smiling, maybe not so terrible, his lips opened slightly, but he heard the woman say: "Ou Jinyu, do you love me a little?"

Jiang Yumo's eyes were suddenly wet, his hand was gently wrapped around the woman's waist, everything was still, at this moment Jiang Yumo vaguely understood a little, today he redeemed the early summer, but sank himself.