Dolores stared at Kleist with tears in her eyes, her hands on his chest, she had never experienced love between men and women, and Kleist's actions were undoubtedly terrifying for her.

With a chuckle, Kleist licked the corners of his mouth, as if savoring the astringent taste of tears.

After feeling the force in her waist loosen a little, Dolores pushed Kleist away with all her might, and fled from his lap tremblingly, but where could she escape! I could only hide in the corner, bend my legs, wrap my arms around my knees, and bury my little face in my arms and cry.

Kleist looked at Dolores in amazement, as if he didn't expect that she would have the courage to push herself away, seeing her scurrying helplessly like a frightened little beast, and finally forced herself into a corner and shrunk into a ball, crying and laughing for a while, only feeling that Dolores's every move was indescribably likable.

Got up and walked to Dolores's side, touched her lightly with her toes, Kleist saw that she didn't have any reaction, couldn't help frowning, thought for a while, then bent down and pulled the person up, this move scared Doloris's body uncontrollably trembled, she couldn't suppress the fear in her heart anymore, screamed, and bit the hand he pulled on her wrist, Dolores has been pressing all the negative feelings in her heart, almost making her unbearable, and Kleist's move completely made her love collapseShe stared angrily at Kleist's hand, her teeth grinding hard, as if she thought it was Kleist herself.

Kleist stared at Dolores thoughtfully, slowly hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a wicked smile, the pain in his hand didn't care for him, and even because of the wetness wrapped in the wound, he felt excited, Kleist's voice suddenly became hoarse, with a bit of bewitching taste, condescendingly looked at Dolores who was still biting his hand, and snorted: "It turned out to be a little girl with sharp teeth." With that, Kleist grabbed Dolores by the back of her neck and lifted her up, and after she coughed intermittently, he simply grabbed her waist with one hand, and stuck her chin with the other, her unfathomable golden eyes were surrounded by flame-like light and heat, and before Dolores could react, she had been deprived of oxygen.

Dolores struggled in Kleist's arms with her hands and feet, and even tried to bite off the tongue he was churning in her mouth, but Kleist's hand caught her jaw, making her unable to bite and allowing him to take her breath until her body was limp and unable to struggle.

Her originally pale face was stained with a layer of flush, and tears rolled down like beads with broken threads, some dripping between their lips, making this kiss that was not sweet mixed with a little bitterness, until the end of this kiss, Dolores still hung in Kleist's arms, making intermittent gasps in her mouth, and even retching, making her throat have a tearing pain.

Kleist looked at Dolores with more and more dangerous eyes, the tails of his eyes even bent, raised his hand to pinch her chin and turned her back, imprinted a shallow kiss on her lips, and his magnetic voice had a bit of a sigh: "The body is so weak, how can the Andrea family trust you to Roderick!" As soon as the words fell, Kleist's face became gloomy, revealing a smile with a cold meaning: "Did he touch you like this?" ”

Kleist didn't wait for an answer from Dolores's mouth, and in the face of her embarrassed gaze, he laughed meaningfully, and before she had time to react, he picked her up and strode upstairs, just when Dolores thought she was going back to the basement, Kleist had already raised her leg and kicked open a door, and then she felt a whirlwind in the sky, and her back fell into a softness, and then a weight pressed on her.

Dolores looked at the man above her in horror, with a scorching heat in his eyes, and his gaze was terrifying, reminding Dolores of a hungry wolf, especially as he was depicting her body with his eyes, which made people shudder.

Dolores felt her waist being strangled hard, forcing her to lift her body up, in order to relieve the pain in her body, maybe for her, the physical pain is nothing, that kind of unknown panic is what can really drive people crazy, she couldn't suppress the tears in her eyes, looked at Kleist with panicked and frightened eyes, and couldn't even determine what he wanted to do, until Kleist's fingers condensed her mental power, and she accurately controlled the strength to cut through the skirt on Dolores's body from the middle, Revealing the seductive body of the snow-white crystal.

This sense of humiliation of being toyed with but powerless to resist almost crushed Dolores, even if she lived for eighteen more years, her experience was still immature, she was a little girl living in a honey pot in both lives, and she had not experienced any adversity, even if she entered a film school with a relatively complex environment in her previous life, the reason was only because her aunt taught there and was convenient for taking care of her, not to mention that she was completely in a secluded environment in this life.

"Don't do that, Kleist, don't do that." Doloris pleaded, looking at Kleist in almost despair, tears dripping like rain.

Kleist depicts this still immature body with an admiring gaze, the proportions of this female body are undoubtedly perfect in his aesthetic opinion, round and straight, soft, slender and graceful, slender and round legs, all of which are full of seduction, especially when Dolores looks helplessly at him with her green eyes that are more clear after being washed by tears, and that kind of pleading and desperate gaze can simply drive the saint crazy, and Kleist asks himself if he is not a saint.

"Has Roderick seen you like that?" Kleist asked with a slight squint, what belonged to him, he would never allow anyone to touch it.

"No... There is no ......," Dolores shook her head, her instincts telling her that she must deny it.

After hearing this answer, Kleist smiled contentedly, and the hand fixed to Doloris's waist relaxed slightly, making her breathing easier.

Kleist's gesture gave Dolores a glimmer of hope, and she looked at Kleist with a pleading gaze, those wet eyes were more charming than the clear sky after the rain.

"What a kid made of water." Kleist kissed the tears on Dolores' face, his voice low and hoarse, clearly emotional.

Doloris was not unaware, she felt the scorching heat of the solid object under her, even through the fabric, and the strange feeling magnified the panic in her heart, so that she finally cried out.

Kleist blocked her cry with his lips, ignoring her hard struggle, his body was tightly pressed against her, indulging in the game of entwined lips and teeth, and even because he didn't master the strength for a while, he bit the tip of Dolores's tongue, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth, which stimulated Kleist's exuberant emotions even more, making him unable to suppress the man's instinctive desire for women.

Doloris's struggle is getting smaller and smaller, her weak physique makes her unable to withstand Kleist's predation at all, even if he has not entered this body, her breathing is getting weaker and weaker, her cheeks that were originally red because of being plundered by her breath have become pale, her eyes have begun to drift, she feels that death is about to befall her, and the remaining clarity in her mind makes her unwilling to die like this, the desire to survive and hope makes her body suddenly give birth to strength, and her hands are clenched into fists and pounded on Kleist's back.

Kleist subconsciously grabbed her hands, firmly imprisoned with one hand, and pressed on the top of her head, because Dolores's sudden struggle made him come back to his senses, and at the same time noticed Dolores's pale face, Kleist obviously didn't expect Dolores' body to be so delicate that it was just a deep kiss, which made it so difficult for her to even breathe, and a strange feeling in her heart made him unable to continue the behavior just now, and his body also left Dolores's body, There was a bit of chagrin in his eyes.

Doloris's desperate gaze was dyed with a little light, and the moment Kleist got up, he grabbed the skirt that had been split in two by him and covered his body, and the whole person shrunk into a ball, shivering, and tears flowed vigorously.

"I'll just keep crying."

Kleist half-truthfully frightened her, and at the same time unbuttoned her clothes, which frightened Doloris into letting out a short, shrill cry, and at the same time raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, not daring to make any sound, only looking at Kleist in horror, until he took off his coat and threw it on her.

"You don't want to hurt me, okay?" Dolores looked at Kleist with wide tearful eyes, and for someone like her, who had lost her life inexplicably, it was clear that life was more important than dignity.

Dolores's slender and thin body looked even more petite because she was curled up in a ball, and the appearance of wanting to cry at the moment, but not daring to cry because she was afraid, was even more pitiful, especially when she pleaded with that delicate voice, as if she was the only one she could rely on, and this feeling made Kleist experience the strange love of soft-heartedness for the first time.

"Get a good night's sleep!" Kleist's tone was unexpectedly soft, and the smile on his face was not the usual ridicule.

Dolores bit her lower lip and tried to make her tone softer: "Kleist, let me go!" I won't say that you captured me, and I'm from the Empire, and if you captured me like this, my parents won't give up if they know about it, and... And Roderick will be my fiancé soon, aren't you worried about the conflict between the Empire and the Federation? ”

Kleist chuckled, his expression suddenly turned cold, his eyes looked at Dolores calmly, and said, "Don't mention any men in front of me in the future, I don't like it." After speaking, seeing a flash of panic in Doloris's eyes, she laughed again, opened her arms, ignored her faint resistance, hugged her in her arms, and smiled: "You just need to stay here obediently, as for other things, other people, don't care at all, understand?" ”

Dolores lowered her eyes and was silent, until Kleist asked in a dangerous tone, and then nodded imperceptibly.