The egg custard is light yellow in color and sprinkled with a thin layer of chopped green onions, which makes people very appetizing. {We don't write novels, we're just online text porters-Bai Suhe is really not used to eating Moke's food, and he ate a little food hastily on both meals, which will make his stomach sound when he sees the steamed egg custard.}

It would be quiet downstairs, and Bai Suhe's hungry voice was heard by both of them. Bai Suhe secretly scolded herself for not being angry, but it would be hypocritical for her to refuse again, so she had to reach out to pick it up, but she didn't expect Meng Zheng's hand to shrink back: "Just steamed out, the bowl is hot, I'll help you bring it in." ”

Now that she has decided to eat it, Bai Suha is no longer willing to spend time on such meaningless arguments. She turned and sat down behind a small square table in the room, and Meng Zheng followed her into the room, closing the door with her hand.

When the egg custard was served, Bai Suhe picked up the porcelain spoon, and saw that Meng Zheng not only did not leave, but dragged a bench and sat opposite. In order to relieve the electricity bill, Dawut only put a small table lamp at the head of the bed, and now the light is very hazy when it comes to Mengzheng. I don't know if it's the influence of the lighting, Bai Suhe feels that Meng Zheng's complexion is a little worse than when she was sent into the room.

Bai Suhe wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, and silently ate her supper. The two of them didn't say a word, and the room was unusually silent, except for the crisp sound of the spoon occasionally colliding with the bottom of the bowl and the sound of Bai Suhe slowly swallowing egg custard.

Meng Zheng's eyelids drooped, and his gaze focused on a line on the wooden table. Her expression on the surface was no different from usual, but both hands were grasping the flesh on her legs, barely suppressing the paranoid desire in her heart to scream, to destroy a qiē, to tear off the skin and bones of the person in front of her, and to let her be with her forever and forever.

From the moment he returned to the room, Meng Zheng's resentment against the charm not only did not decrease, but also intensified. The movement downstairs was not small, and it was impossible for Meng Zheng not to hear it, but she didn't dare to look at it, let alone go down to participate. When Bai Suhe brought Abudu to her, Meng Zheng could feel that his eyeballs were starting to get bloodshot, and a strange red color had been added to his vision, and if he had brought Abu Du back to the room at that time, Meng Zheng believed that he would really cut the man into a pile of minced flesh and crush his bones and ashes.

So Meng Zheng didn't dare to answer, and he didn't even dare to say much. The wrists were torn apart, and a series of cracking sounds sounded in the air, and the fragile button junctions were finally defeated by the power of the zither in its rage, and one by one they burst into the air, throwing different arcs, and rolling down on the bed.

Bai Suhe felt a chill on his chest, and his drowsy sleepiness was dispelled a little by the awakening, and he barely opened his eyes wide, and finally condensed his focus to see the person in front of him, and said confusedly: "Meng ...... ...... koto? ”

Meng Zheng didn't have time to answer Bai Suhe's question at this time, his eyes were glued to Bai Suhe's chest, breathing heavily, desperately suppressing his desires. The weather in Mok was hot, and the traditional coats here were wide, and they had to wear sand cloaks outside, and Bai Suhe was uncomfortable wearing a corset, so that it was completely empty under the undershirt. Meng Zheng pulled the buttons of Bai Suhe's underwear to pieces, revealing Bai Suhe's plump and towering breasts.

The two dark pink dots trembled with Bai Suhe's breathing, scratching the zither with lust. Meng Zheng couldn't help it anymore, shook his hand and stroked it, and suddenly reached out to hold it, fascinated by the softness and smoothness that was difficult to grasp in his hand.

"Meng Zheng...... You...... Dry...... What the? The chest was pinched hard and painful, Bai Suhe's sanity finally returned to part, and he stared at Meng Zheng and said incredibly: "...... You...... At...... Bowl ...... Drugged? ”

"I ...... I ......" Meng Zheng's mouth was dry, and one of the selfs in his mind reminded him to let go immediately and do what he had to do, while the other self was bewitching himself, repeating himself: "She is yours...... She's yours...... What if she escaped in her previous life, she still fell into your hands in this life. Hold her, have her, kill her, so that she will never be able to leave you again, and will always be with you...... She will never be able to ...... like she was in her previous life. I have abandoned you......"

"I ...... I ......" Meng Zheng suddenly let go of the hand holding Bai Suhe, held his head and gritted his teeth and said, "You get out, you get out!" Xia Ruoqing, you're dead, get out! ”

Bai Suhe's vision was blurred, and he seemed to hear Meng Zheng talking to himself, but fortunately, the hand on his chest was finally taken away, Bai Suhe breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to move his arm to pull his underwear to cover his chest. finally just covered up a little, but Bai Suhe suddenly had an extra hand on her wrist, and her already weak hands were grabbed and broken to the side of her head, and a figure pressed heavily on her.

Meng Zheng reopened the broken clothes that Bai Suhe covered his chest, restrained Bai Suhe's struggle with one arm, and pulled his clothes desperately with the other. The buttons of Moke's underwear were many and fine, and Meng Zheng's brutal and unskilled pulling made his nails leave many marks on his neck and chest, but Meng Zheng was unconscious, still pulling his clothes, and muttered: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." ”

Bai Suhe saw that Meng Zheng was crazy, how could he not be anxious or angry? But her whole body was weak, Meng Zheng would have brute strength that she didn't usually have, and Bai Suhe couldn't care about face, she just wanted to scold loudly and alarm Jun Yihuang and Lan Zui next door, but Meng Zheng was faster than her. Bai Suhe felt that his wrist was loose and tight, and a corner of pillow was stuffed into his mouth in an instant, and his wrist was still firmly suppressed.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, ......" Meng Zheng's words seemed to comfort Bai Suhe, but the action was completely opposite, he actually found a small roll of rope out of nowhere, wrapped it around Bai Suhe's wrist a few times, and tied the other end tightly to the head of the bed.

This will Bai Suhe is a big sleepy and completely woke up, and when he saw that Meng Zheng was ready, he was even more angry, babbling and roaring in his mouth, but this protest did not have half a effect in front of the crazy Meng Zheng.

Meng Zheng tied Bai Suhe and finally freed his hand. With one more hand, the undershirt on her body was invincible, and she retreated in an instant, revealing her pale wheat skin and equally well-developed figure.

The upper body of the two finally faced each other naked, and Meng Zheng showed a satisfied and nervous smile, and when he pulled it out again, there was actually a bright dagger in his hand. Meng Zheng looked at Bai Suhe's obviously hateful eyes, the emotions in his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand, and he just whispered again: "...... Don't be afraid...... White...... Ah Fu ...... You...... Don't be afraid ......"