The churning emotions in Rong You's heart almost destroyed him.

He looked at Ye Zhilu's face full of anger, his eyes dimmed, he raised his hand to press the back of her head, lowered his head and bit her lip!

Ye Zhiwei couldn't help but be even more angry in his heart, beating him in resistance, while clenching his teeth to prevent him from invading his territory!

Thinking that he had kissed other women that night with this mouth, the resistance in her heart was even stronger!

But let her pinch and beat, it was like tickling for Rong You, and she didn't stop the aggression at all!

The physical war between men and women will eventually be lost in the disparity in strength.

The tip of Rong You's tough tongue was like a diamond, and it didn't take two clicks to pry open Ye Zhiyi's teeth.

A burst of heat rushed to his head, and the temperature of his ears and cheeks climbed!

After the defensive line was breached, the camp completely fell, and her mouth became a prisoner of war, allowing him to absorb every trace of his own breath, and even go all the way down, wanting more!

Ye Zhiqi felt that it became difficult to breathe, and the wheezing sound became thicker and thicker.

At this time, Rong He slowly let go of her.

Ye Zhilu gasped breathlessly, staring at Rong He fixedly.

His eyes were covered in a cold haze, and he couldn't capture any valuable emotional information.

Then, his star-like pupils flashed, and he turned his back in a hurry.

"Rest early." Rong He scribbled down this sentence and left with heavy steps.

When the door closed, Ye Zhifu's heart also fell to the bottom with the dull sound of the door closing.

She was like a skeletless sludge, slowly slumping to the ground.

She rubbed her face and stared straight at one place like dead ashes, distracted.

Why is it still so difficult to live after being reborn......

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Not long after Rong Yu left, the maid carried Tuma to her room.

At night, Ye Zhilu couldn't sleep, sat cross-legged on the bed, and put the rolling in his sunken leg socket.

She looked at the snowflakes in the light outside the window, and then looked down at the rolling of Zhengxiang who was curled up in her legs and sleeping, and she couldn't help but stroke the two round cat heads.

Awakened by Ye Zhilu, he 'meowed' at her coquettishly, rubbed his head against her legs, and continued to sleep with a cooing sound.

Ye Zhiqi's irritable heart relaxed a little.

She thought she shouldn't have been so impulsive.

The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and there is no hurdle that cannot be passed, so the relationship between tolerance and tolerance has to be so stiff.

It would be fine if he imprisoned himself for a week or two, but it would be bad if he imprisoned himself for the rest of his life.

Although staying here can avoid the calamity of the previous life, staying here all the time is tantamount to chronic murder, and there is no difference in essence.

I knew that I should use a delaying tactic against him, while tolerating and coaxing, I withdrew to deal with those little bastards.

As for the woman in Ronghe's private, she just takes her heart back, and she can't be a lover who stays with her for a lifetime, but she can be the object of use.

I still blame myself for being too young and not breathing.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The nest immediately opened his eyes vigilantly, and a pair of sharp eyes stared straight in the direction of the knock.

Ye Zhilu put down the rolling, got out of bed and put on slippers, and went to open the door.

Outside the door was Ms. He, the housekeeper of Ronghe, who looked at Ye Zhiwei with a sad face.

"Ma'am, sir, he ......"