Chu Yunyao's thin and slender body was imprisoned in his arms, and his hands and feet were restrained, unable to move.

The man's chest was hard and wide, like a warm wall, and the tentacles were slippery.

Chu Yunyao twisted her waist, trying to break free from the man's embrace.

silently burst into a foul sentence in his heart: Fuck your uncle, big pig's trotters, who is rare for your fulfillment.

However, the more she struggled, the tighter the man hugged her, eager to embed her in the blood and bones, and what was even more terrifying was that her lower abdomen was pressed against something hard and burning, and it was rapidly expanding......

Mo Lingyuan's breathing became more and more rapid, and his big calloused palm slid down her waist......

Chu Yunyao seemed to have a thunderbolt in his head, slapped the man's face, and cursed angrily: "Let go of me, beast!" ”

Mo Lingyuan didn't expect Chu Yunyao to beat him at all, let alone that she would insult him, and he was also angry, "We have worshiped the church, slept together, and now we are taking a bath together, no matter what I do to you, it has nothing to do with the words birds and beasts."

Even if you do, it's what you and I want......"

Chu Yunyao saw that he bit her weak shoulder regardless of it, she was shocked and angry, and she became more and more speechless, her little hand desperately pushed him away, and her voice was full of frightened crying: "Beast, you don't look at what I look like, dignified young marshal, are you already hungry to this point?" ”

She pushed the ugly scabbed face desperately in front of him, forcing him to see his face and slow down the impulses in his body.

But Mo Lingyuan didn't eat this, his fingers pinched her chin, and sneered: "Young enough, clean enough, exciting enough, just one face, closed eyes, aren't they all the same?" ”

As he spoke, he cupped his arm around her body and pushed it up, burying his head in her neck, gnawing at her collarbone little by little.

The fine and dense crisp numb touch swept through the whole body, and the blood rushing in the body spread all over the limbs, Chu Yunyao's body went limp, and the arms against his chest climbed to his neck, hooking his neck.

Mo Lingyuan saw that she had given up resistance, her soft body in her arms trembled, her heart softened, and she was about to let go of her.

Suddenly, the back of his neck hurt, his tall body shook, and he fell to the edge of the pool wall with the person in his arms.

Chu Yunyao withdrew the knife and struggled to push the man lying on his body aside, regardless of whether he would drown if he sank into the water, he crawled ashore, hurriedly put his clothes on his body, and ran towards the flower wall with a smoke.

Climbing on the wall with both hands, he bracked himself hard, and his body crossed the wall lightly like a flying butterfly, and fell steadily outside the wall.

Chu Yunyao didn't have time to think about it, holding her little heart that was about to jump out of her chest, she ran back to Wangyue Pavilion, got into the quilt, and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt......

In the middle of the night, Mama Rong's stomach ached like a knife, and she lifted the quilt and rushed to the toilet.

As soon as she sat down on the gong bucket, she was still in the mood for joy, and a female ghost face suddenly appeared in front of her.

Under the moonlight, the female ghost's face was as white as snow, her blood-red eyes, bright red blood stains flowed down her cheeks, her long hair was scattered, and the night wind blew the white long skirt on the female ghost's body, and her body floated around, flickering far and near, high and low in front of Mama Rong.

There is silence and the wind is roaring.

Rong Mama did too much to worry about, and when she saw this scene, her legs weakened, and she fell to the ground, and was doused with filth in the gong bucket......