"!" Murong Yan let out a long roar and pushed hard, speeding up, ignoring her resistance.

She passed out in pain.

But the man did not let her go, but dragged her even more wantonly, from the bedroom to the bathroom, to the balcony, and finally dragged her to the dining table in the main hall to do it again.

Zhao Qishan was powerless to resist, she felt sore, as if she could suffocate to death at any time.

The lower half of her body seemed to be no longer her own, and her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, muttering between wanting to die and live.

"Brother Murong, Brother Murong...... You're not my Murong brother, you're not ......"

The man vented on her in a different way, cumming on her again and again, until dawn, when he finally turned over and lay down beside her.

After a moment, Murong Yan walked into the bathroom.

Zhao Qishan listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and suddenly burst into tears.

In the past, every time he finished it, he always thoughtfully hugged her, kissed her, and murmured love words.

When she is rested, I will personally carry her to the bath.

But now......

Is it really not loved?

If you don't love me, don't torture me like this, okay?

My heart is already scarred......

He was her only relative in the world......

After a while, the man finally walked out of the bathroom.

Seeing that she had a pair of bright eyes, the man leaned down and rubbed her cheek, "Shan'er, are you cool?" ”

But Zhao Zhenshan only felt scared, such a Murong Yan had never been before.

He was obviously laughing, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and the smile was more terrible than hitting her.

With a wave of his hand, Murong Yan directly ripped off the feathers on her body.

"You!" Zhao Qishan exclaimed in surprise and glared at him angrily.

"Tsk......" Chu Yu admired, leaned down, and looked at Zhao Zhenshan's body covered with pinching marks with fascinated eyes, "Shan'er, I'll come back every night to sleep with you in the future, okay?" ”

"Don't!"

She shouted, reaching for the quilt.

The man's eyes were suddenly filled with coldness, and he directly threw the feather quilt to the ground, and his big rough hand stroked her trembling body, "Shan'er, do you know? What I can't bear the most is your body, it's been high several times, but it's still tight and crazy......"

As he spoke, his left hand bound hers, and his right hand crept between her legs, stabbing into the liquid he had vented.

"I hate you, I hate you!!" Zhao Zhenshan hung his head, almost exhausted all his strength, and roared, "Murong Yan, you bastard, I misjudged you!" ”

Staring at her eyes as if they were about to erupt flames, Murong Yan pulled out his right hand, stroked the moist liquid on her face, and smiled evilly, "Zhao Zhenshan, we are each other, besides, you are sorry for me first!" ”

Zhao Qishan was too lazy to talk to him, she was covered in injuries, some were pinched by him, and some were slapped when he was emotional.

When she was in the living room, he tied her limbs directly to the dining table with a belt, her wrists and ankles were already scarred, and the blood was even coagulated.

There was burning white liquid everywhere on his scarred body, which was the **** he had vented to......

The pain in his body was combined with the pain overflowing in his heart, but this time, Zhao Jishan did not cry.

She wiped away her tears, hooked her pale lips and sneered, "What the hell are you...... Have you ever loved me? ”EE3106081