Shen Qianshu's long legs were controlled by him under his palm, she put her arms around his neck, and the familiar male hormonal breath was still with a strong aggression after seven years, awakening that bizarre memory.

The two were so close, the cold fragrance on her body was tangy, Yeling had thought countless times, if one day, they met again, what would he do, countless thoughts flashed in his mind, and even the idea of tying her up and dying was perverted and extreme.

Her petite body was firmly controlled by him, her legs were separated from his waist, her posture was ambiguous and embarrassing, Shen Qianshu looked at this handsome and somewhat sharp face, and her heart turned a thousand times.

She didn't hate Yeling.

Especially after studying psychology.

She has always refused to admit that she went to study psychology specifically for the sake of Yeling.

She locked up that memory.

Yeling gently stroked her thigh with one hand, and the palm with magic power, through the thin dress, burned her skin, Shen Qianshu trembled slightly, indescribable fear and weakness.

"These legs do have another use. He meant something, his cold eyes carried deep longing, Shen Qianshu suddenly thought that during that time, he always liked to pilllow on her legs, and he also liked to caress her long legs, and his face burned hot.

"One night husband and wife, don't be so violent. Shen Qianshu smiled flatteringly.

A one-night couple?

Well?

Very good!

"Before I break your leg, answer me a question, what about my daughter?" asked Yeling in a deep voice.

Daughter?

What daughter?

Shen Qianshu was a little dazed for a while, a touch of sadness flashed in her eyes, but she was soon covered up, she lowered her head slightly, the tip of the man's nose was almost against her chin, and she could only see her slightly trembling eyelashes, as well as a piece of white skin, which looked as well-behaved as a little white rabbit.

The pink cherry mouth, close at hand, exuded a peach-like sweetness, leading to crime, Yeling's eyes darkened slightly, the Adam's apple rolled up and down, he wanted to pinch her slender neck, but he was fascinated by her beauty, and wanted to crush her under him and ravage her.

She gently tugged at the placket of his clothes, the white shirt felt cold to the touch under her fingertips, and Shen Qianshu had a heartbroken look, "Sir, our daughter has been kidnapped, you save her quickly." ”

In a small warehouse, two strong men stood guard at the door, one strong man stood guard in the house, and a small milk bag like a pink carving sat obediently on the shabby bed, with a small powder blue schoolbag on the side. The little milk bag is about seven years old, with smart big eyes, curly long eyelashes, white and tender, small arms like lotus roots, and neat and soft short hair, with a delicate feeling that is indistinguishable from male and female.

"Uncle, I'm hungry. He opened his mouth softly, his eyes were pitiful, and he looked particularly desolate, the strong man snorted impatiently, took the two packets of biscuits, and threw them on the table, the little milk bag looked at the biscuits on the table, he carefully tore open the biscuits, and the tears that cried fell down when he said he was crying, and he cried, "I miss Mommy." ”

Beautiful children are always distressing, especially when this child has been tied up for a long time, and he has always been very well-behaved, obedient, and distressing.

"Don't cry, you'll be able to go home in the evening. ”

Little Milk looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Really?"

"Really. ”

The little milk bag had a bitter face, "But I'm going to die." ”