He kissed deeply, licked patiently, and was extremely gentle. The two arms were like steel imprisoning her body, not allowing her to dodge in the slightest.

It seems gentle and casual, but it is extremely domineering.

Maybe it's that the night is too beautiful like this, or maybe she's still drunk, and her senses are slow to react.

I only know that I don't hate the person in front of me, and even with my own unspeakable expectations.

The whole body seemed to be connected with a faint electric current, and the tingling sensation came, with an indescribable throbbing that burst out from the depths of her soul, making her yearn, fascinated, and sinking.

Everything is gone, and only the most primitive longings remain.

She subconsciously reached out and hooked his neck, he seemed to get a signal of encouragement, and the original taste turned into a siege, and he didn't let go of anything.

The pain came, and the ethereal reason returned, and she looked at the man in front of her as if she had just woken up, and instinctively pushed it.

It's been two years since I last touched her, and I didn't think it before, but in the past two years, when I dreamed back at midnight, his body felt the pain she thought.

Originally, he couldn't help it when she came back, and wanted to possess it completely all the time, but in view of her attitude towards herself, he was afraid of frightening her, and insisted on it completely by strong willpower.

Looking at him on the stage just now, almost every cell in his body was shouting, like a land that had been in drought for three years, longing for the arrival of sweet rain.

But she didn't want to, her resistance and disgust were almost engraved in her bones, and he didn't want to force her, so he had to endure it.

But now he couldn't help it, his reason had already collapsed, he was like a hungry lion who caught his prey, and he broke her bones into his belly like a whirlwind, and ate it cleanly.

In the face of his increasingly rapid plunder, she struggled desperately, but the strength of the man and the woman was very different, and she was not too drunk, and in a panic, she fell into the soft bed, and the handsome face in front of her expanded rapidly.

"Let go!"

"Bo Shuyan, you let go!"

"Bo Shuyan! Yes! ”

Everything is chaotic, she has been struggling, desperately refusing, but in front of a man, it is like a dispensable tickle, which has no effect at all, but is more and more sensitive because of her messy rubbing.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Ai's whole person was taken to the ultimate pleasure by the man, like a aquatic weed drifting in the wind, there was no way but to follow.

I don't know how long later, the wind and rain stopped, and her whole body was like a fish dehydrated in the sun, panting heavily, soothing her voice that had already shouted to the point of dumbness.

Probably because the process was too hearty, the contented Bo Shuyan supported her body, her fingers ran her black hair with interest, admiring her misty eyes and crimson cheeks, and her voice was gentle as if it could drip honey, "I'll take you to wash?" Well? ”

Jiang Ai used the last bit of strength to knock off his hand and glared at him, but because his strength was too small, he didn't care if he wasn't cruel, but he seemed to be coquettish.

Bo Shuyan looked at her expression and smiled, and just as he wanted to say something, he saw her turn over with a huge movement, with her back to herself, with a gesture of resistance.

His eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he comforted himself with self-deprecation, at least she wasn't so angry that she got up and found a knife to cut herself.

Jiang Ai naturally wanted to find a knife to cut him, but she didn't have any strength at all, her eyes were so anxious, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

The anger and shame in Jiang Ai's heart can no longer be described in words, the knife in her head has already dismantled him into eight pieces and chopped him into minced meat, but in reality she can't do anything.

And she blames herself even more, it is undeniable that she does not reject his touch from the bottom of her heart, she will even forget everything he has done to herself at some point, and even everything he has done to the Jiang family.

It's terrifying, how can love be so terrifying, it can make people lose their minds to such an extent.

She couldn't figure it out, she couldn't figure it out at all.

The air was extremely quiet, and a few rays of light from the window came in through the window, but it was like a sharp blade, straight into Jiang Ai's eyes.

Bo Shuyan watched her body slowly curl up, her little shoulders twitched, and her fingers couldn't help but stretch out to comfort her, but she sat up from the bed, got out of bed, and walked quickly towards the bathroom regardless of it.

He didn't even bother to look at it, he immediately rolled over and got out of bed, and grabbed her at the bathroom door, "Aelle." He struggled to speak, wanted to accuse, wanted to apologize, but couldn't say a word, felt out of place for anything, and finally could only spit out one sentence, "We are husband and wife." ”

This is the most realistic word, but also the most pale, and even more cruel.

Jiang Ai glanced at his hand and looked up, a face that was still dyed crimson and looked more beautiful was now like a doll without feeling, revealing a numb stiffness, "I know." ”

She finished speaking lightly, glancing at the hand he had placed on her arm, "Let go." ”

She didn't want to say a word, and she couldn't say it.

Bo Shuyan could only let go of her, and saw that she entered the bathroom without looking back, and the door slammed shut.

Annoyance hit, and he inexplicably wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Bo Shuyan walked to the sofa and picked up the towel blanket on it to wrap himself, picked up a cigarette from the table while sitting, lit it skillfully, and took a hard puff.

He is just a normal man, a vulgar man, he loves her, loves her soul, and naturally loves her body, and even this love accumulates over time to the level of obsession, even the level of pathology.

He doesn't have many hobbies in his life, and she is his only bad hobby.

Jiang Ai washed in the bathroom for a long time, the shower was on, she squatted on the ground with her body in her arms, and the cold water washed her body over and over again.

She was very tired, the headache and gastrointestinal discomfort after the hangover became more and more obvious, and the pain on her body was roaring wildly after being rubbed vigorously by him, but she had no strength to resist, she even acquiesced to their destruction of herself, as if in this way, her conscience would be better.

Her dad is still in the intensive care unit.

Her brother is still in prison.

Her hard-working child has been suffering from illness since birth.

But what did she do?

She betrayed them outright and failed them, but there was no way to remedy them.

She suddenly looked down at her hand that was wrapped in gauze but was already soaked, and pulled the gauze off vigorously, and her slightly long fingers reached into the wound and pulled it fiercely.

Blood continued to flow out along with pain, and her whole body shook, and her whole face quickly turned white.