Before the pink fist reached Tian Shaoyin's body, it was already skillfully grabbed by his hand, and the corners of the evil man's mouth were slightly hooked, "Since they have already come in, why do you want to leave?" Why do you want me to let you go? Is it fun to play a game? ”

"Who wants to get away with it! You let go of me! There was no light in the room, Ling Yanbing couldn't see his appearance at all, she could only smell the crisp aroma of ambergris on his body, which was completely different from the men who wanted to mistreat her in the bar just now, but that didn't mean that he could bully her! She clenched her other pink fist and swung it at him.

"Shhhh Tian Shaoyin still pinched her other hand without exception, and the magnetic voice sounded in Ling Yanbing's ear, and he deliberately whispered softly into her ear, as if he was teasing.

Tian Shaoyin held the wrists of her two hands with one hand, and the other hand slid down Ling Yanbing's lips to her pointed chin, from the neck to her suspender shirt, and then pinched the softness on her chest, the delicate and silky feel made him surprised, he didn't expect that this woman was a little noisy, but the touch was amazing!

The corners of his mouth smiled with satisfaction, and he couldn't help but squeeze it vigorously.

"Ahh Suddenly being blatantly violated like this, there was a tingling sensation like electricity that spread throughout her body, Ling Yanbing, who had never experienced ** things, couldn't help but be stunned, she suddenly pulled out a wrist from Tian Shaoyin's hand, and then quickly waved it at him.

Although the room was dark, the outline of his face could be faintly discerned, and he swung it hard, but it was just right on his neck.

"Damn it!" Tian Shaoyin snorted coldly, only feeling a pain in his neck, obviously scratched by this damn woman.

......The mobile phone placed at the head of the bed suddenly rang, and the light just shone on Ling Yanbing's shoulder, taking a closer look at the butterfly-like scar.

"You ......" Tian Shaoyin was slightly stunned, his expression stiffened suddenly, and he couldn't help but let go of Ling Yanbing's other hand.

Ling Yanbing didn't hesitate any longer, not to leave at this time, but when! She raised her leg and kicked Tian Shaoyin in the abdomen, then quickly got off the bed, turned the doorknob, and ran away!

"Hey! You wait! Kicked coldly, Tian Shaoyin covered his abdomen, and took a few steps back in pain, and when he chased out again, there was no trace of her in the narrow corridor, could that butterfly-like scar be the person he had been looking for? Isn't she dead?

"Damn it!" Tian Shaoyin frowned coldly, slammed his fist on the door, and clenched his fists tightly, knowing that he had been looking for her for fifteen years.

That time, he returned to Tianxi Orphanage and wanted to find her, but he heard that just three days ago, a vicious madman broke into the orphanage, and he didn't want to live anymore, so he simply poured fire oil around the orphanage, and then set a fire, and the children in the orphanage survived.

He thought that maybe she was dead, otherwise how could he have searched all the ways and couldn't find her.

That butterfly mark just now? Could it be that the person just now was really her? How could there be two people in the world whose scars would be so similar, although he didn't turn on the lights just now, but through the faint light reflected on the screen of his mobile phone, he could still see the chic butterfly mark clearly.

He remembered, he remembered, that the two of them were playing hide and seek together, and she hid in a tree to prevent him from finding her.

She looked at him from the tree with an anxious face, but she couldn't find her, and when she was proud, she accidentally stepped on a foot in the air, and the whole person fell from mid-air.

Hearing her screams, he hurried over to catch her, but it was too late, and because of her naughtiness, she left a flashing scar on her right shoulder.

Strange to say, the scar turned out to be a butterfly-like shape, so he called her the embodiment of the butterfly, and the scar was the butterfly mark.