(Cat flutter Chinese) ( )

Pain and pleasure intersect, and in the trance of wanting to die, Lan Yifeng gradually regained a little sense, and when he thought of what he was doing, deep remorse slipped through his moist eyes.

lowered his head and bit Huo Qingcang's shoulder fiercely, his thin teeth were deeply embedded in his flesh, and he refused to let go of the bleeding.

Huo Qingcang felt a tingling pain in his shoulder, but this pain actually increased the pleasure, making his movements even more crazy, and even went deeper and deeper as if he was dying, accelerating and accelerating, and his body collided with each other, bringing out more fiery sparks.

He didn't remember who the last woman he had touched was, but he knew that this time, he couldn't control his desires.

Lan Yifeng couldn't stand this savage and rude attack anymore, and suddenly, a white light flashed in her mind, and she screamed and fainted.

The villain under him was already dizzy, but Huo Qingcang still refused to stop, as if he wanted to release all the inhibitions he had suppressed for a long time, refused to leave her body, hugged her, and slowly walked to the hospital bed on the side.

He tore open the quilt with one hand, shook off the fragments of the vase and the fallen lilies on it, placed the soft woman on the snow-white quilt, pinched her waist with both hands, and continued to attack the city until a stream of heat burst out......

What does it feel like? He couldn't figure it out, even if it was like dying once, but he was happy and had no regrets. I haven't touched a woman for a long time, but this feeling is so familiar, as if it is deep in my memory, which makes him nostalgic and satisfying.

He lay on his soft wet body and gasped for breath, resting for a long time, and then slowly opened his dark eyes and stared at the face that was close at hand.

She has loved her, she is really beautiful, her soft face looks pink, the sweat on her head wets the hair on her forehead, and the black hair sticks to her face, which looks very sexy and charming.

Looking at it, the body that had just enjoyed it reflected again, and every cell shouted.

He still wanted to, but he didn't continue.

When she was just buried in her body, I don't know if it was because she had a fever, or if it was an instinctive reflection of her body, in short, she was unusually hot. Although he was in a lot of pain now, for her safety, let's bypass her this time.

Huo Qingcang tightened his arms again, and under the white quilt, the two young bodies were densely attached together, leaving no gaps, as if they were born to fit like this.

He reluctantly closed his eyes, smelled the faint fragrance emanating from her, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

It was finally dawn.

Because she had to support her family, Lan Yifeng was used to getting up early for so many years, so she fainted for a while and gradually woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a firm chest, and the fiery picture not long ago flashed in her mind in an instant, and her little face turned red.

Sleeping on his arm, snuggling into his warm arms and waking up, she was her favorite five years ago. She hasn't received much love since she was a child, so she has a special need for love, so when she thought he really loved her, she fell into it so quickly.

Caught in that love game that almost cost her life!

With a sharp sting in his heart, Lan Yifeng came back to his senses violently, damn it, how could she sink into his arms, the man she hated the most in the world!

However, the most angry and hated was actually herself, and she actually experienced the happiness of ** under him, and she never even vomited during the whole process.

Wouldn't a body that would be violently repulsed by other men if they touched it?

The more she thought about it, the more scared she felt, wasn't it, her body had been conquered by him again......

A humiliation that has never been felt before rises from the depths of my heart! She didn't bother to care how soundly he slept now, and she was about to get up as soon as she pushed his arm away.

She moved so much, of course Huo Qingcang was woken up, he opened his eyes, his long eyelashes fanned like a feather fan, and the whole person woke up from his dream.

Dream? He was stunned for a moment, thinking about it carefully, when he had just fallen asleep, he didn't seem to have a nightmare, he didn't dream of the one who had been pestering him for a long time-

Female ghost in white!

How so?

Over the years, whether it was seeing a psychiatrist, taking sleeping pills, drinking red wine and milk before going to bed, every night, he couldn't get rid of the entanglement of that female ghost! Why didn't he dream of that terrifying female ghost just now?

Is it because of the joyful passion, or because of hugging her?

Huo Qingcang stared at the woman who was picking up clothes on the side, her movements were not hurried, she was not shy or flustered, as if she had long been used to wearing clothes in front of men.

Yes, she has given birth to children, and she may have made love to the father of the child many times......

Huo Qingcang found that he couldn't imagine the picture of her making out with other men, and as long as he thought of what he and she did last night, and what she had done with other men, he wanted to kill people in annoyance.

Looking at her slender back, he opened his mouth coldly: "Who is the father of your child?" ”

Her back stiffened, and she didn't answer.

Huo Qingcang leaned over, twisted her whole person, looked at each other, and asked again: "Who is he?" Still alive? ”

Lan Yifeng stared at him, his eyes were fierce, and there was a thick hatred in his voice: "I can't wait for him to die!" ”

That is, the person is still alive, but she hates him very much?

The corners of Huo Qingcang's mouth showed an imperceptible smile.

Lan Yifeng pushed him away and walked into the bathroom of the ward. In the mirror, her body was covered with red kiss marks and cyan marks, which showed how intense their lingering last night was.

Turning on the unkempt, warm water poured down from above, and soon wet her, flowing down the top of her head, flowing through her eyes, like tears.

She rubbed herself over and over again, trying to rub away all the traces he left on her, but she couldn't rub them away.

Forget it, don't catch it, what's the point of catching it like this! She raised her hand to wipe her eyes, flushed off the foam on her body, changed her clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

And Huo Qingcang was still sitting on the hospital bed, with only a sheet under his waist at random, and when he saw her come out, his unpredictable gaze locked her.