1912 The One Who Loves Her Most in the World (3)

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His movements became more and more rude each time, and the hand that held her waist almost broke her waist.

There is not a trace of affection, there is not a trace of pity.

It's as if this intimate expression of love between lovers is just to torture her.

Although Lan Yue was in a terrible pain, the tears in her eyes kept falling, but her heart was full of joy and sorrow.

She was happy to see him again.

No matter how he wants to treat her, as long as he is happy, venting, or tormenting, she has no regrets.

In the darkness, Xiao Chen's eyes were full of anger and sadness.

In the cramped bathroom, there was only his violent gasping and the sound of the two bodies colliding.

Blue Moon was pressed against the wall by him, her legs were limp, and she almost fell to her knees.

Xiao Chen didn't mean to stop at all, his big hand pinched her waist, turned directly to the other side, pushed her directly to the sink, and pressed her upper body on the sink.

The cold stone platform was attached to her, directly inspiring a small rash on her body.

Blue Moon snorted and couldn't help but tremble.

The man behind him paused, and then attacked more violently.

Like a raging storm that swept her away.

As he moved, a faint smell of blood wafted through the air.

Lan Yue's heart tightened, could it be that the undercover agent in Long Yuan did something?

Or did he go out and do something dangerous again?

Gunshot wound? Or a knife wound?

Has the wound been treated? Is it bandaged?

But in an instant, my mind has already thought about it a thousand times.

At this moment, he couldn't care about anything, and said anxiously, "You...... How did you...... Injured? โ€

The voice was shattered by Xiao Chen's movements.

Xiao Chen was silent and didn't speak, and directly reached out to block her mouth, and the movements became more and more intense.

The sound of staggering and music in the hall downstairs was faintly heard.

Blue Moon didn't have any strength up and down her body when she was tossed, and she lost consciousness in a groggy state at some point.

In the dark, Xiao Chen's eyes were shining, looking at the person who had passed out in front of him, he finally stopped his movements, reached out and carefully picked him up.

Push the door and carry it back to the bed.

Pull the thin quilt next to it and cover the person.

Under the moonlight reflected outside the window, a little bit of fingertips caressed her cheeks.

Before he met Blue Moon, he never knew that he could like someone like this.

After separating from her, he realized that he could still be so affectionate.

He has tried, and he has tried countless times, wanting to forget her, wanting to find the next person he likes again.

However, after trying again and again, he realized that there was only one right person.

Without her, he lost the ability to love someone.

He wants to love her, he wants to spoil her, he wants her to be the happiest and most carefree woman in the world.

However, she betrayed him again and again and used him.

Watching her marry another man, watching her smile in the arms of other men.

He didn't know what he was going to do with her.

You can't love, you can't kill.

When Lan Yue woke up again, she opened her eyes, but she saw that she was lying on the bed, she looked around busily, and shouted hurriedly, "Xiao Chen." โ€

However, there was no response, and he hurriedly got up from the bed, endured the pain between his legs, and ran towards the bathroom.

When I opened the door, it was empty, still clean and tidy.