When the knife said this, a pair of deep black eyes were like night wolves, revealing bloodthirsty danger.

Ding Lan frowned, and suddenly hated himself like this, and he hated such a knife.

The big hand of the knife had covered her scorching body at this time, causing a shiver, but Ding Lan's eyes were cold and terrifying, she slowly opened her lips, not too big or small, but it was enough to penetrate the cold that froze the air around her, word by word:

"Don't touch me!"

Hearing this, the knife's eyes couldn't help but tighten:

"Not touching you? Don't you want to play? Ding Lan, let's have fun! ”

Although Ding Lan's body was a little weak, it was not completely unable to move, she could see that the knife had been completely provoked by herself, and the knot in her eyebrows was getting deeper and deeper, and she stretched out her hands and supported his chest covering her body:

"I'm not playing anymore!"

Stopped playing?

Hehe!

Knife smiled coldly:

"Ding Lan, although this game started by you at the beginning, when it ends, I'm afraid, it's up to you to decide!"

With that, the knife leaned down sharply and landed a deep kiss on Ding Lan's white and slightly raised neck.

Ding Lan's body stiffened, and he pushed hard to resist, but the knife was not moved at all, and even opened his teeth and bit Ding Lan's neck.

"Shhhh

Because of the sudden dull pain, Ding Lan couldn't help but gasp, and his hands and feet began to punch and kick the knife pressing on his body dishonestly.

It's a pity that the strength of her body when she touched methamphetamine was greatly reduced, and those fists fell on the knife, which was undoubtedly like a little water, and it didn't work at all.

Rao is so, for Ding Lan's reaction, the knife seems to be very dissatisfied, his narrow black eyes narrowed slightly, he got up, and took advantage of Ding Lan's time to get up completely, picked up the shirt he had just taken off from the ground, and twisted it casually.

Seeing this, Ding Lan couldn't help but feel a pang:

"What do you want to do?"

Do?

"Isn't it obvious at a glance?"

The knife hooked the corners of his lips meaningfully, grabbed the wrist of Ding Lan's right hand, pulled it to the top of his head, and quickly and firmly tied it to the post at the head of the bed on the right side with the rope twisted from his shirt.

Ding Lan's eyes were already cold and terrifying at this time, but they couldn't stop the knife.

After tying Ding Lan's right hand, the corner of the knife's mouth was slightly oblique, and he took out the belt around his waist and tied Ding Lan's left hand to another pillar at the head of the bed.

"I'll only say it once, let me go!"

Ding Lan paused word by word, every word seemed to be squeezed out of her teeth, but the knife was not moved at all, but re-covered Ding Lan's body, and she couldn't move at all.

He was like a king, condescending, staring coldly at Ding Lan under him:

"I only said it once, let me let you go, in this life, don't think about it!"

With a word from the knife, Ding Lan suddenly froze in place.

Obviously, obviously the bond between her and him, it's okay to come here, why did Xiaodao say such a dizzying thing.

Seeing that Ding Lan understood another meaning in his words, the knife was satisfied with his calloused fingertips, gently scraped her jaw, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear in a low and thick voice:

"Very well, it seems that you understand me!"

With a scorching wave of heat unique to men, it sprayed on Ding Lan's ears and the skin on her neck, which suddenly made her body tremble for a while.

There seemed to be a white snowflake in front of her eyes, messy and swirling.

Damn it!

Ding Lan knew that this was the medicinal properties of methamphetamine, and she knew very well in her heart that she didn't want to be treated like this by the knife, but her body didn't obey the call and began to crave.

She could even clearly feel the blood in her body, boiling and shouting a little bit.

They want, they want the touch of the knife, they want the touch of the knife, they want the body of the knife, enter their own body, and make the most flawless fit in the world.

Xiao Dao naturally noticed the abnormality of Ding Lan's body, and of course he also knew that this was inseparable from the medicinal properties.

Under the eyes as deep as a night wolf, a dark light flashed almost invisibly, and the knife tightened his eyes and slid between Ding Lan's legs.

Sensing the knife's intentions, with only some remaining sanity, Ding Lan began to twist his legs restlessly, and even wanted to kick the knife away.

And the knife, how could she not know what she wanted to do?

The broad and powerful hand grabbed Ding Lan's ankle that was about to be raised, and the other leg was also kneeling under the knife.

With his hands tied to the head of the bed and his legs imprisoned, Ding Lan was like a fish on a chopping board at the moment, ready to be slaughtered.

The corners of the knife's mouth still had an evil and crazy smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, his eyes were jet black, but they were turbulent.

His deep voice was like grit, scraping at Ding Lan's eardrums, scraping every inch of her.

"Don't worry, I'll make you cool right away!"

With that, he lowered his head again and leaned between Ding Lan's legs.

When the knife's moist and soft tongue entered his body, Ding Lan opened his mouth wide for several seconds, unable to breathe.

She involuntarily raised her head, revealing a smooth and white neck, like a white swan that had been flapping its wings and ready to fly.

Her eyes were misty and empty, noisy, longing, and hating.

But her body reacted most honestly at the moment.

Soon, her body turned into a puddle of water, melting in the gentle and rhythmic agitation of the knife.

Ding Lan only felt that his whole person was disturbed by him.

Finally, in the suffocating pleasure, Ding Lan walked to the first peak, her body trembling uncontrollably, every muscle, every bone, tensed with excitement.

Xiaodao looked up from between Ding Lan's legs with satisfaction, and watched her return to Ding Lan's face because she was covered with a light pink skin because of lust.

He stretched out his hand to restrain Ding Lan's thin chin and kissed it deeply.

Ding Lan tasted his own taste in the mouth of the knife, fishy sweet, yin messy.

She felt it, she had begun, more and more uncontrollably, in front of the knife.

After a moment, the knife slowly let go of her, Ding Lan's eyes were already big enough, looking at the halos refracted by the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, for a moment, slowly opened his lips:

"Knife, you seem to have addicted me."

Xiao Dao's back stiffened, but he quickly came back to his senses, and this time, he landed again on his own micro, on Ding Lan's eyelids, soft and forward.

He said:

"That's a good thing, Ding Lan, that's a good thing!"

This night, Ding Lan was tied to the bed by the knife like this, although she no longer resisted later, but the knife still did not let go of her.

He slammed into her again and again, wandered and galloped, leading Ding Lan to climb to the top of pleasure again and again.

In the second half of the night, the knife finally let go of Ding Lan, and Ding Lan had no strength at all at this time. Just like a lifeless but beautiful Barbie, she was carried by a knife and walked into the bathroom.

He put her in the bathtub and helped her rinse, his big hands caressing Ding Lan's body again and again, every inch of skin, gently, carefully.

Ding Lan didn't speak, didn't move, just lay in the bathtub honestly, and let the knife help him clean it.

The knife didn't speak, and the sharp and deep eyes that used to be were only slightly hanging down at the moment, staring intently at Ding Lan's body, as if staring at a precious gift.

His thin, sexy lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, but the curvature of that straight line was a little sharp.

After cleaning her, the knife himself walked into the bathtub and sat down behind Ding Lan, his big hand wrapped around Ding Lan's body, so that the two bodies fit closely together again.

Ding Lan thought that he would enter again.

But in fact, the knife does not.

He hugged Ding Lan so quietly, resting his head on her smooth and slender shoulders.

Ding Lan paused, and his eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly, but his eyes were still cold.

She didn't move, but asked:

"How?"

After a long time, Xiaodao didn't answer, and just when Ding Lan thought he couldn't get an answer tonight, he heard Xiaodao speak again.

In a slightly hoarse voice, he said word by word:

"Ding Lan, I'm sorry!"

Ding Lan's body stiffened, and the light in his eyes suddenly became brighter.

After a moment, Ding Lan smiled lightly:

"You have nothing to be sorry for me!"

The knife's hands clenched into fists hard.

He knows, he knows, that he is crazy, he must be crazy!

From the moment he met Ding Lan in the corridor, his life had already begun to change.

He had long known that Ding Lan was poisonous, but he pounced on it again and again.

Ding Lan has him in his eyes, but he doesn't have it in his heart, he knows, he knows everything, it is impossible for anyone to enter Ding Lan's heart.

Long before they met, she had sealed herself in the airtight with the hardest armor.

If she doesn't open it, no one will want to walk in, even if it's a knife!

However, the moment he saw her touch the virus, he still lost control.

Obviously, he wanted to give himself patience, give Ding Lan time, and take his time.

But it's still out of control!

Thinking of this, the knife couldn't help but be a little frustrated.

Knife, you see, you still can't control yourself in front of Ding Lan!

Xiaodao smiled self-deprecatingly, and mocked himself in his heart, but at this moment, Ding Lan's long-silent voice sounded in his ears again.

She said:

"Knife, give up, I'm not a good person, never have been!

I don't deserve your ......."

Aren't you a good person?

Knife laughed lowly:

"It just so happens that I've never been a good person!"

Ding Lan, in fact, when you saw my ugly and irremovable scar, you already understood it in your heart!

We, in fact, are people of the same world!