He didn't stop, but bit my lip: "What are you asking me for?" ”

Every woman has a lot of song sensitivities, but the most sensitive places in every woman are actually the same.

Luo Ange is particularly perverted, and he quickly found my sensitive point.

And, taking advantage of this, let me call the heavens and the earth not spiritual.

Such a humiliating posture always reminds me of the fact that Xia Qi and Li Wanqiu and I took the most popular sexual health education course in the history of Connectn last year, and the male professor with long hair said that human beings like this posture is completely a manifestation of animal nature.

Luo Ange is a beast, saying that he is a pig and overestimating his kindness.

When I was a child, my dad taught me hand-to-hand martial arts, and my mom was very opposed, thinking that I should learn ballet, folk dance, or something like Yi Huayang.

But now, I know that I can be very soft, too.

Luo Ange lay on top of me, pinching my shoulders with his fingertips, I couldn't breathe, and I just cried.

After a long, long time, he got up and carried me into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he returned to the bed, he still didn't say a word, seeing me shrinking to the side, he leaned over, hugged me, and rubbed my back: "Still angry?" ”

I didn't speak, tears flowing.

He rolled over me, sighed when he saw my tears, lowered his head, and his fiery lips rolled over my face, sucking up my tears little by little.

New tears flowed out again, and he hugged me: "I can't control it when I touch you, next time I'll light it." ”

I stared at the ceiling, and looked, and saw a lot of demons and monsters, and they were coming at me with their bloody mouths open, tearing at my nerves and eating away at me.

After a long, long time, so long that the air was about to freeze, I opened my mouth: "Luo Ange, why are you?" ”

I sat up trembling and slapped him in the face, not noticing, and his face was cut with a bloody mark from my fingernails.

But I was completely out of control, I hated him, hated him for ruining everything for me, hated him for making me dirty, hated him for being a demon.

He lay there, didn't fight back or speak, just looked at me, I don't know if it was an illusion, I felt as if there was distress in his eyes.

I was tired and crying, and I hugged my knees and buried my face in it, like an ostrich.

In fact, in this society, some things are no longer there, and it is useless to be sad and sad, and life still has to go on.

However, why did Luo Ange throw me into the stinky mud again and again, why did he throw me into the eighteenth layer of hell.

Is it because of Mu Ying?

Isn't it enough for me to trade a girl's most precious thing?

Am I so lowly, is my dignity worthless?

Am I not hearted?

Won't my heart hurt?

Why do you do this to me? Why do you do this to me? Why do you do this to me?

Luo Ange raised my head, I was startled, he had five or six cuts on his face, and his whole face was spent, and he looked weird and terrifying.

It turns out that I used so much strength, and it turns out that he has become like this?

I looked at him with mixed feelings, we were originally people of two worlds, two parallel lines that never intersect, why did we come to this point?

Why do you want to make me the person you hate the most?

Am I wrong?