If you are a large room, there is a romantic atmosphere.

The red curtain flutters lightly, the round bed, the red sheets, the old-fashioned dresser, and a few posters on the wall, all romantic!

"Bell bell" crisp wind chimes came from the window.

On both sides of the window are hung strings of glass, which are crystal clear in the pink light.

"Zhuo Song, what should I do?" Yao Rong's little hand grabbed his arm hard to sober himself up.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment, I feel a little uneasy, and the feeling of being calculated by others is very bad.

Zhuo Ju stretched out his hand and helped her to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"I'll take a look, don't move. Zhuo Song turned and walked towards the window, the door and window were sealed from the outside, as if he was afraid that they would escape.

Yao Rong sat on the edge of the round pink bed, she was a little uncomfortable, her body was lying on one side, her little hands clutching the sheets, and cold sweat broke out.

"Hmm. Yao Rong snorted uncomfortably.

She wanted to stand up, and when she saw the flowers in front of her, exuding bursts of fragrance, she vaguely felt dizzy.

Yao Rong got up, reached out and grabbed the pot of flowers, and wanted to push it down, but she was weak and fell to the ground.

"Shhh Zhuo Song pulled the door hard, but the door did not move.

He looked around with cold eyes, and found that this antique style, why was it so familiar, as if his grandfather liked it the most?

"Could it be grandpa?" Zhuo was stunned for a few seconds, feeling that Zhuo Dongyang was punishing them for disobedience? Thinking of this, he felt bad in his heart.

Zhuo Song took a half step back, enduring the pain in his body.

"Rongrong, I'm afraid we're going to ...... here tonight," Zhuo Song said in a deep voice.

When he turned around, he saw Yao Rong lying on the edge of the round bed, his hair wet with cold sweat, and the slightly wet hair was scattered over his shoulders and clinging to his body.

Yao Rong fell to the ground, and the pink light sprinkled on her face, setting off her girlish pinkness.

"Rongrong. Zhuo Song strode forward and stood beside the bed.

When Yao Rong looked up, he was picked up by Zhuo Song and let her sit on the edge of the bed, he was drenched in sweat, gritted his teeth and said, "We have been tricked." ”

"Hmm. Yao Rong moaned under his breath, his small hands clasping his shoulders. /

She was a little nervous, leaned against him, and whispered, "Zhuo Song, the other party knows you very well, and it seems that you are acquaintances." ”

"I suspect it's grandpa, Yao Rong, I'm dragging you down! Zhuo said through gritted teeth.

"Hmm. She snorted, weak, and fell to the bed.

She pulled the quilt hard, covered her little face, and lay there to sober herself.

"Rongrong. Zhuo Song lowered his head and kissed her hair.

"I suspect grandpa did it. Zhuo Song's lips opened slightly, and he whispered to her.

Yao Rong listened to the man's magnetic voice and was slightly hoarse, her eyelids moved, and she wanted to get up, but she fell and was weak.

"Don't go. Yao Rong watched him get up, and she pulled his wrist.

Zhuo Song's big palm clasped her body tightly and forcefully took it.

Yao Rong fell into his arms, her little face pressed against his arms, her little hand touched his face, and he looked down at her.

"Ahh Yao Rong suddenly screamed in surprise.

"Zhuo Song, ah! Listen to me. Yao Rong shook his head, wanting to keep his senses and want to say something to him, but his mind was blank and he couldn't say anything at all.

Zhuo Song suffered pain and fell.

He pressed her body, trying to move, but couldn't.

Thinking of this time, he came back after returning to the Zhuo family's compound and met her. The two were separated for a while, met again, faced temptation, and couldn't extricate themselves because of their desire for each other.

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