Qiao Yue closed her eyes gently, tilted her head slightly, as if she was sticking to Su Mingyuan's broad and warm back, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly with satisfaction.

And out of the corner of his eye, a crystal tear slid down his white cheek to his chin, dripping down the heavy dark carpet, and disappeared.

I love you, you know what.

Qiao Yue choked and said this sentence in her heart, her arms gradually tightened, and she hugged her thin shoulders helplessly and fragily. On the window, her figure is so thin, so pitiful, and pitiful that makes people feel distressed.

When Su Mingyuan came out, Qiao Yue was lying on the bed, still lying on the edge of the inside, leaving him with an indifferent back and a large blank distance.

Su Mingyuan's hand wiping his hair paused, he looked at the emaciated figure, and the unspeakable love in his heart gradually evolved into pain, devouring his heart and gradually engulfing his reason.

Su Mingyuan threw away the towel in his hand, walked to the bed in two or three steps, got on the bed, and lifted the quilt.

The moment he lifted the quilt, he obviously felt that the person on the bed shrank for a moment, but he still didn't pause, and dragged Qiao Yue to the middle of the bed, and then pressed it, rudely gnawed her lips, and tore her clothes.

Qiao Yue had been waiting for Su Mingyuan, waiting for him to complete this ritual that made her miserable, she knew that this was her obligation, but when Su Mingyuan took off her clothes, she still couldn't help but close her eyes in pain, turned her head away, and covered up the injury and helplessness in her eyes.

Qiao Yue clutched the sheets under her tightly, her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, Qiao Yue felt like a flat boat floating on the sea, rocking in the storm, if she didn't hold on to something tightly, she might sink immediately.

Su Mingyuan obviously felt Qiao Yue's resistance, he stopped his movements, and looked down at Qiao Yue with a painful face under him, she bit her lip, as if she was enduring something that was most painful in the world.

The tyranny in Su Mingyuan's eyes came even more violently, could it be that she hated him so much, and even his touch became so unbearable?

Su Mingyuan seemed to have lost his mind, biting her lip violently, and then kissing her white chin, almost gnawing and proceeding, leaving a patch of red and purple, and he destroyed her last defense without pity.

Qiao Yue bit her lip and endured the sharp pain, even if it wasn't the first time, but her unsympathetic movements still made her barely able to control her humming. She bit her lip tightly and clutched the sheets beneath her with her hands.

No matter how hard she held on, Qiao Yue's eyes were always closed, and tears still flowed out, flowing silently in this depressing process.

Su Mingyuan's hand inadvertently touched Qiao Yue's face, and the touch of the palm of his hand was cold and wet, which made him shake all over, and his heart seemed to be torn apart by life, and his breath was suffocated in pain.

He slowly raised his head and saw tears running down Qiao Yue's bloodless little face, and a trace of blood was shining through her biting lip.

Su Mingyuan's movements stopped suddenly, and then his movements subconsciously became gentle.

After it was over, Su Mingyuan took out a cigarette, put it to his mouth, and lit it.

This is the first time he has smoked in the bedroom since the last time, and he looked at Qiao Yue, who immediately turned in, her thin body arched slightly, and he thought, she should hate him.