Chapter 11

Her eyes were full of tears.

The body is also shaking.

Li Xingyuan looked at it, and his heart seemed to have been cut by a blunt knife.

Except for the beginning, she had never resisted or feared intimate contact with him.

Li Xingyuan looked at Ye Zhimeng deeply, feeling more and more strange.

It's as if the intimacy of the past five years, the grinding of ears and temples, are all his imagination.

Why?!

Why?!

Li Xingyuan's anger intensified, he pinched Ye Zhimeng's chin, and sneered briefly: "Ye Zhimeng, you haven't been like this these days, at this time, you will be weak again, and then show weakness to me, do you think it will be useful?" ”

"Stab" sound.

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The skirt of the dress was torn alive.

Fair-skinned long legs, exposed to the air.

"Li Xingyuan!"

Ye Zhimeng screamed, curled up her legs, and tried to hit Li Xingyuan with her knees.

But what use is her little strength?

The leg was suppressed again.

Li Xingyuan then held one of her cheeks, not allowing her to dodge, and kissed her again.

Ye Zhimeng bit him, and between his lips and tongue, the smell of blood spread.

Li Xingyuan still had no intention of stopping for a long time.

In Ye Zhimeng's sight, she could still see Bai Yuerou standing there stiffly, her eyes full of disbelief and resentment.

A huge sense of humiliation enveloped her.

She always thought that she knew Li Xingyuan well enough.

But at this moment, she knew that she didn't know anything about Li Xingyuan's bastard.

If shame is angry, it can kill people.

She's died a million times now!

Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Just when Ye Zhimeng was desperate.

Li Xingyuan's movements suddenly stopped.

He let go of Ye Zhimeng's lips.

Raising his head slightly, his eyes were cloudy, and the depths seemed to be rolled up in a storm that could destroy everything.

The palm of Ye Zhimeng's cheek was wet.

Ye Zhimeng looked at her, her lips were stained with his blood, her shoulders trembled slightly, and the tip of her nose was red.

She...... I'm crying.

It's true...... I was crying very sadly and desperately.

Li Xingyuan's soul seemed to have been hit hard by something.

All the anger and jealousy were unwilling, and slowly disintegrated from his out-of-control emotions.

After a long time, he got up from the couch.

"Get out!"

"Get out of here!"

Ye Zhimeng came back to her senses and got up busily.

Fleeing for their lives, stumbling away in 1899.

Li Xingyuan was so moody, she still kept an eye on it, and when she went out, she closed the door.

Because of the urgency, the door closed a little harder, and there was a loud bang.

in the room.

There was no longer the slightest trace of blood on Bai Yuerou's face.

has always been elegant and calm, meticulous and strict, but at the moment the shirt is messy, revealing a large chest.

Although Bai Yuerou was unhappy, Li Xingyuan almost forced other women in front of her.

Can......

"Brother Xingyuan, it's Ye Zhimeng who doesn't know what to do, don't be angry......" Bai Yuerou slowly passed the test, and Rouyi's little hand slowly reached into Li Xingyuan's chest.

"You are so good, others don't cherish you, but Yuerou cherishes you, everything you want, as long as I can give it, I will give it to you......"

Just when it was about to touch Li Xingyuan's chest.

Li Xingyuan turned sideways, avoided her hand, and walked straight to the bathroom.

"I'm not in the mood, go back to your own room."

Bai Yuerou saw this.

The hand froze in place.

What do you mean?

They are all women, she thinks she is more beautiful than Ye Zhimeng, and her figure is better than her.

Li Xingyuan didn't have the slightest interest in her?