"Stop!"

The shouts of exasperation were not convincing at all.

Instead, Claire realized that something was wrong and ran away.

The high heels under the feet greatly limit the speed.

He was about to run out of the alley, but he was caught by Edward and forcibly dragged back.

"Help, who's going to save me!"

"Damn, don't make any noise!"

Edward reached for a utility knife and clicked the blade before her eyes:

"You scream again, I'll kill you now!"

Seeing the blade, Claire bit her lip tightly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Damn, it's over when you say it's over, huh?"

As he spoke, Edward pressed her against the wall with his backhand, raising his hand to tear at her black tights.

"I haven't seen you for a few months, do you miss my little brother?"

Claire was repeatedly kneaded by her big hands, and tears slipped from her eyes:

"Edward, stop, I know you're not that kind of person, don't be wrong again and again. ”

"You're embarrassed to say it!" said Edward, grabbing Claire's hair and raising his chin viciously.

"I've become the bird I am now, and it's not all because of you!"

Such a mentality is a distorted set of values.

A well-wisher gives or gives money, perhaps out of kindness or for some other purpose.

Only, it can't be because of responsibility.

Claire doesn't owe Edward anything, but is blamed for it.

The street lights in the alleys are dim, and where they can't shine is endless darkness.

Snort~

Edward tore off his black tights and tore at his shirt again.

Staring at the white and tender jade rabbit, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Ah...... My Claire, I love you, and you love me too. ”

He used his clumsy fingering, stirring up the waves.

Finally, Edward withdrew his hand, licked his fingers wet, and sneered:

"Claire, how about we reconcile?"

Claire had a blue veil on her forehead, she had never been coerced like this since she was a child: "You hateful fellow, don't dream!"

"Ah, it seems that just talking about it is useless. ”

Edward's face became more and more hateful: "Do you want to make you happy in the sky, will you obediently obey?"

Suddenly, a shoe sole slammed into the door.

Edward was kicked out and fell to the ground.

"You guy, I really should teach you how to be good with a lady!"

Charles, who had been tailgating, chose to make a move at this time, oh no, kick.

He came to Claire's side, took off his coat and put it on her, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

The sincere gaze is moving.

Claire looked at the hero who suddenly came out in a daze, but she didn't know that she had just left the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den.

These two men are not good birds.

However, at the moment of being frightened, Claire didn't expect so much.

She looked into Charles's gaze and was a little moved.

Edward got up from the ground, wiped the shoe prints on his face, and was furious: "You are so ......"

With that, he brandished his utility knife and slashed over.

Charles raised his leg and kicked his knee, but his arm was still inevitably stabbed.

"Oh, damn it!"

Charles's anger was also hooked, and when he saw the chicken's actions, he brazenly kicked out.

As the saying goes, people elbow to the testicles, and leave their feet to their brothers.

This crotch chicken broke his feet, and Edward became a demon who helped his younger brother.

Charles, ignoring the injury, grabbed Claire's hand and ran out of the alley.

Ronan floated in mid-air, laughing.

Seeing that there was another member of the crotch covering faction, he flew away with the two of them.

Not surprisingly, Charles managed to enter Claire's residence.

His arm was cut and blood flowed.

Claire takes out the home medical kit and bandages his wounds.

"Are you the only one living in such a big house?"

Charles asked as he examined the bandages on the wound and pretended to be careless.

Claire's eyes were strange, and then she realized that the man in front of her was by no means good.

But just now I helped her get out of trouble, and now I'm driving people away, which is a little too unfriendly.

"Huh. ”

Charles let out a long breath and sighed: "I really didn't expect it." ”

"What comes to mind?" Claire had a wary look in her eyes.

Charles tilted his head and looked affectionate: "I never dreamed of it...... I was able to come to your house, but I didn't expect to be alone with you. ”

Claire was a little unhappy with the verbal suggestion that 'lonely men and widows are in the same room'.

She stood up and frowned: "Thank you for today's events, I'll invite you to dinner another day." It's getting late, so let's go back. ”

Charles sat on the couch and didn't bother to get up at all.

Those full and sincere eyes made people dare not look directly: "You really ...... Are you going to drive me away?"

Claire's mouth was open, as if hesitating, and there was no positive response.

If you want to refuse, just now is the best time.

But when the words come to the mouth, they can't say it.

Silence is also an answer.

Charles understood this and leaned in with his eyes closed.

The lips kissed together abruptly and naturally.

Dry firewood burning.

Looking at Claire's confused eyes, it seemed that her brain was blank.

Ronan floats in mid-air, just like watching a neon movie.

He knew the main event was coming.

After a fierce kiss, both collapsed on the wide bed.

Charles pulled out his belt and trapped Claire's hands behind his back.

She cocked her hips like this, and her cheeks were crimson: "You...... You...... What are you doing?"

Charles grinned, revealing a smile of unknown significance: "Femdom." ”

"...... Adjustment"

Claire was speechless as she felt the other person take off her torn black tights.

Her face flushed, and she regretted that she had made a mistake in bringing back Charles.

Ronan, as a bystander, has been paying attention to Claire's facial expression.

From struggle, to regret, to small expectations?

It's kind of interesting.

Charles took off his black tights and sniffed them out of his nose.

Claire knew what the other party was doing just by listening to the voice, and her whole face was buried in the bed.

The next moment, Charles folded the black pantyhose and used it as an eye patch to blindfold her.

Now, I can't see it.

Claire was a little panicked about this: "You perverted guy, what the hell are you trying to do to me!"

Charles smiled and leaned into the other's ear.

Ronan didn't hear clearly, and floated over, hearing a sentence from behind.

"I can't move again, you're more excited......"

Charles found duct tape in the house, wrapped Claire's hands and legs, and plugged her ears with cotton.

Next, he stood still.

Instead of attacking directly, he watched silently from the sidelines.

Ronan's eyes moved slightly, and he figured out the power of this move.

Biologically, depriving the senses of hearing, sight, and touch for a period of time makes the free nerve endings in the epidermis of the skin more sensitive.

To put it more plainly, depriving one's body of the senses for a long time will make one's body more sensitive.

Any subsequent action is exponentially multiplied for the stimulation of the bound person.

Ronan studied carefully, realized the mystery of this set, and was ready to try it when he had time.

Charles stood by Claire's bedside for a long time, and finally made a move.

......

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