What does she want?!

She wants to be free, does he give?

She wants to pursue her dreams, does he let her go?

She wants to have a warm home, she wants her mother to be alive and her father back, can he give it?

……

Raising her uninjured left hand, Luo Xiaoqian pulled the zipper of her coat.

"Come on."

Spit out two words without emotion, and she turned her face directly to the side.

Isn't all he wants is her body?!

Looking at her little face without the slightest expression, as if she was dead ash, Leng Zimo's heart seemed to have been punched hard by someone, contracted violently, and then hurt dullly.

No!

That's not what he wants!

"That's not what I want!"

Let go of her, Leng Zimo roared.

"Really?" Luo Xiaoqian turned her face, looked at his eyes that were as dark as night, and suddenly laughed, "Yes, what you want is indeed not like this!" ”

He said he didn't want dead bodies.

Raising her hand and taking off the coat on her body, Luo Xiaoqian took a step forward, stood in front of him, raised her hand to pinch the buttons of his shirt, untied them one by one, raised her hand to support his face, she looked up at him with a smile.

"Is that so?"

She laughed as hard as she could, but the smile was fake, and he could see through it at a glance.

Leng Zimo raised his hand and slapped her palm away, "Go upstairs!" ”

He's in a bad mood right now, he's aware of his temper, he's already trying to control himself.

Tonight, she was hurt so much, so wronged, he didn't want to hurt her anymore.

"Not so?!" Luo Xiaoqian took a step forward, raised her arms to wrap her arms around his neck, and pressed her body tightly against his body, her lips pressed to his lips, "That's so?" ”

Leng Zimo frowned, "Enough!" ”

"Is that enough?" She smiled and lifted her feet, licking his lips like a cat, "Or do you want me like this?" ”

……

……

He hugged her so tightly that he almost crushed her bones, as if to merge her into his blood.

She almost couldn't breathe, and naturally she couldn't resist, so she could only let him do whatever he wanted, leaving only gasping for breath.

Long.

It wasn't until she was almost suffocating that Leng Zimo let go of her out of breath and pressed her against the wall, he gnawed at her delicate neck like a beast.

"Luo Xiaoqian, you are mine, without my permission, you are never allowed to leave me, you are not allowed to ......"

The kiss bit her, and his palms unceremoniously grabbed her skirt and tore it open.

Luo Xiaoqian, Luo Xiaoqian, how did she know that she was his poison, and she could easily lose control of him with just a little bit.

She endured the pain and let him kiss and bite, but she didn't move, and it was only when he accidentally touched her injured hand that she instinctively shrank back and inhaled uncontrollably.

Because Luo Xiaoqian has been standing up and not reacting, her slight movement is particularly obvious.

Feeling the strange movements of Luo Xiaoqian's body in his arms, Leng Zimo suddenly came back to his senses.

Raising his face from her neck, he looked at Luo Xiaoqian, who was almost naked in front of him, and his eyebrows tightened suddenly.

"Hurt you?"

Damn, how could he do such a thing to her at this time!

Luo Xiaoqian turned her face sideways and didn't say a word.

Taking a light breath and suppressing the frantic emotions in his body, Leng Zimo carefully picked her up horizontally, walked up the stairs step by step, and put her on the pillow.

Luo Xiaoqian only wanted to continue upstairs, turned his face to the other side, closed his eyes, and looked like he was doing whatever he wanted.