Her lips were as soft as cherry petals, sweet as sugar, and her clumsy movements tickled at his sensitive nerves like a storm.

The only trace of reason left in his heart was also swallowed up by desire, and he pressed her shoulders with his fingers, Tang Mo pressed down heavily and kissed her.

His kisses were drunk, menacing, arrogant and presumptuous.

Pressing her, he unceremoniously indulged himself, kissing, biting, and sucking......

Tang Moshen in Pei Yunqing's memory has always been as high as a god, silent and silent, unable to guess or see through.

Even when he stood in front of her, he seemed to be far away from the sky, and his indifferent eyebrows and eyes had no emotion.

But at this moment, this man is like a raging beast.

Every kiss, every finger, every inch of skin was like a flame that burned her, tore her apart, and devoured her.

She couldn't help but gasp, but the man didn't intend to let her go, but just held her tighter, like a sharp sword unceremoniously piercing her.

The pain came suddenly, but he kissed her lips and choked her screams in her throat.

……

over and over

……

When Pei Yunqing woke up again, it was already early the next morning.

The morning breeze blew the window screen, the sun shone brightly into the room, everything did not disappear like a dream, Tang Moshen, who was half pressed on her, the faint pain between her legs, everything was so real.

Looking at the man's sleeping eyebrows, she couldn't help but raise her fingers, originally wanting to touch his face, seeing the large blood stains on her palm, her heart couldn't help but tighten - so much blood, it couldn't be hers.

She looked at Tang Moshen's arm worriedly, he was still wearing a pale green military shirt, and he always wore meticulous buttons on weekdays, but at this time he had already loosened, revealing his strong chest, a little less indifferent than usually, and a rare sexy laziness.

Her upper right arm was already soaked with blood, and it was dripping down the folds of her shirt and falling on her chest.

It was the same shot she shot him, which had already been bandaged, and after a night of tossing, the wound had already cracked.

Pei Yun felt distressed for a while, and got up to help him deal with his wounds.

No sooner had her head left the pillow than a large hand reached over and pressed her back to the bed.

"Still want to escape?!"

Tang Moshen frowned and looked at her, a pair of eyes were bloodshot because of hangover, and the baritone who was like a deep valley spring on weekdays was a little hoarse at the moment, not as cold as usual, but it added a bit of sexy magnetism.

Facing his eyes, Pei Yun was flustered for a while.

That man has always been domineering and strong, and she slept him with all her might last night, will he let Secretary Wen send her to the military academy like he did ten years ago.

No way!

Pei Yun pursed his thin lips lightly.

Ten years ago today, he sent her away, and since then, the two have been separated.

This time, she must find a way to stay, and she must not let the previous thing happen again.

She quickly thought about what to do, and subconsciously lowered her eyelashes, and at a glance she saw his palm, which was covering her heart.

The palm of the hand that has held the gun for many years has already ground out a layer of rough and thin calluses, clinging to her delicate soft flesh, which was ravaged by him yesterday, and there is still some rustling pain.

The heart jumped wildly in an instant.

At this time, Tang Moshen also felt something strange under his palm, and looked sideways in astonishment.

Noticing the blood dripping from his arm, Pei Yun came back to his senses lightly and raised his hands to raise his arms high.

"Raise your arms and don't move, I'll help you get the medicine box!"

Jumping off the bed, she took the medicine box from the shelf with her feet folded.