"Jiang Ci, are you crazy?" Chu Jiaojiao asked, her tone gradually becoming uncalm.

The clothes were "torn" and directly ripped apart, and then the place where the big hands passed was a little red mark.

Chu Jiaojiao raised her foot and kicked him, and was directly held.

The big palm ran along the skin, bringing bursts of trembling and fear......

With a "click", the table lamp on one side of the table was lit, reflecting the disheveled woman on the sofa, which was a bit of abuse.

She curled up in a corner of the couch, her expression still barely recovered from the shock she had just had, and she seemed to be a little stunned.

Overwhelmed and uncomfortable filled her heart.

On the other hand, the contours of the handsome face are extremely distinct, clearly with coldness and gloom, like a cold-faced Shura who has just crawled out of hell, and his aura is too oppressive to ignore.

"What nerves are you having? Let me go. Without waiting for Jiang Ci to say a word, Chu Jiaojiao asked aggrievedly, her delicate brows furrowed tightly.

Jiang Ci raised his eyes and stared at the woman in front of him who was staring at him for a moment, and the suppressed anger in his heart suddenly churned out.

He restrained and restrained, raised his hand and grabbed her arm directly, pulling her to his own arms

"Go on, if you like to turn on the lights, I can cooperate too." The man's cold words did not carry the slightest emotion, and his face became more and more gloomy, although the eyes were focused on her face, there was no expression.

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, and then the woman dodged him, and he was not annoyed, and continued to kiss her cheek in the arc of her head, and then slowly moved down.

Chu Jiaojiao's nerves were tense, as if she could break with a slight pull, she almost instinctively refused his bandit-like touch, but her strength was always unable to resist him, so she could only be at his mercy.

The hair and clothes are messy, but they unexpectedly add a charm.

The fire in Jiang Ci's heart became more and more uncomfortable at the scene in front of him, as if the desire that had been suppressed all at once was ignited, and his eyes were glowing with scarlet, which looked a little terrifying.

Staring at his face, Chu Jiaojiao found that there was not the slightest warmth on him, he looked extremely calm, and his thin lips were so cold, like a straight line.

Fear and dazed mood filled her heart, she had never seen Jiang Ci treat her like this, and she felt more and more wronged, so she suddenly cried, and she didn't know whether she was hurt or murdered.

Hearing the sobbing beneath him, Jiang Ci stopped his movements and looked at her condescendingly.

Chu Jiaojiao tilted her head, biting her lip and not wanting to cry, but she was never able to wave away the image just now.

What did he take himself? Or, why did he do this to her?

"Jiaojiao." Jiang Ci's voice was a little deep, and there was still no cold temperature in his eyes, if you looked carefully, it was clear that it was also a little complicated.

Chu Jiaojiao ignored him, turned her back, and didn't want to speak.

Jiang Ci let go of his hand that was imprisoned on her and stood up.

Escaping from Nan Rao's arms again, Chu Jiaojiao hurriedly got up, but her fingers emptied the sofa and fell directly from the sofa.

"Knock-" made Jiang Ci's eyes shrink heavily.

He hurriedly bent down and wanted to pick up the woman, but she stopped him directly.

"Don't touch me." Chu Jiaojiao roared angrily, propped one hand on the carpet, and the other hand covered her chest.

She stood up and bit her lip and looked at him, "Jiang Ci, I don't know what kind of nerves you're having, but I don't want to accompany you." ”