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Zhou Xiao didn't speak, and he didn't move, he just sat on the edge of the bed and smoked quietly, while squinting slightly at Luo Wenmio, who was left by the ice and snow, but was still in the heat.

It is like the calm before the storm, the howling cold wind, wrapped in the sin of greed, burning more and more in the fire of desire.

Zhou Xiao suddenly thought of himself many years ago, respectfully obeying in front of Luo Wenmio, carefully currying favor, and always rejoicing for days because of Luo Wenmio's little affirmation or recognition...

But Zhou Xiao knew that Luo Wenmio didn't care about his mind at all, he was such a high-minded, indifferent and cold-hearted person, he always used his eyes to see through everything to ignore the insignificance and humility around him.

It's just a few years of getting along, and this time is just an insignificant existence in his Luo Wenmio's wireless life, how can it be possible for him to put his true feelings into his own life.

This desire is also ridiculous....

Luo Wenmio smelled the smoke, his eyebrows twisted, he turned his face slightly, his voice was hoarse and panting, "Do you want to... How...."

Luo Wenmio couldn't imagine that anyone could break his blood vine and walk to his bedside, the Void Ones living in the present world could be so powerful, at least none of the tens of thousands of Void Ones recorded in the Four Positive Circles.

Luo Wenmio, who didn't know the attributes of the person who came, didn't know the purpose of the person who came, and was about to be eroded by desire, almost relied on this fear to support his consciousness, he knew that the current situation was not beneficial to him, and there was no other way than to make a rational negotiation.

However, after Luo Wenmio finished speaking, Zhou Xiao did not respond to him, except for the sound of wind and snow at night, and the slow and powerful breathing of the person next to the bed, there was nothing else.

The silence around is terrible....

Zhou Xiao smoked a cigarette and deliberately spit the smoke gently towards Luo Wenmio's cheeks, Luo Wenmio had no way to retreat, so he could only turn his head and cough vigorously, and his skin, which was already tormented by lust, suddenly rose even redder....

Luo Wenmio leaned weakly against the wall, his head hanging slightly, his handsome face was shrouded in the cold snow that drifted in, and a few strands of long hair hanging down also blocked his cheeks.

After smoking a cigarette, Zhou Xiao lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth, and then suddenly reached out and touched Luo Wenmio's white ankle.

Lowen Mio retracted her foot like an electric shock, and then breathed heavier, "You... Result... Who is it? ”

Zhou Xiaoyin laughed, then got up and stood on the edge of the bed, while smoking a cigarette, he began to unbutton his shirt, belt, and zipper of his trousers....

When undressing, Zhou Xiao has been condescending, contented to look at Luo Wenmio who is leaning on the corner, as if he is soaked, this is the first time he has used such a posture to look down on a person he has looked up at for many years, the reversed posture and strength, let him feel a twisted and crazy fast. Feel.

Father, Master...

This man, who has always been strong and arrogant in front of him, and has been revered by himself for many years in the highest place in his heart, actually has a day when he lets himself be rounded and flattened.

Luo Wenmio heard the sound of undressing, but at this moment, his chaotic thinking made him unable to immediately judge the other party's motives, he leaned against the wall, and finally stood up with his whole body bent over.

"What the hell are you... What do you want to do? Luo Wenmio said with difficulty, "We can... Talk about. ”

Stripped off his shirt, revealing a body of strong and solid muscles, Zhou Xiao moved his muscles and bones slightly, and then bent down to put his trousers along with the inner . Take off your pants and throw them aside.

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Zhou Xiao raised his feet and walked onto the low .....

Luo Wenmio felt that the figure in front of him was approaching him, and he moved like a layer with his back against the wall, uneasy to the extreme, "You... Who is it.... White Seven! White... Seven! ”

Luo Wenmio couldn't shout, and his consciousness gradually fell into a cloud, and he suddenly stepped on the air, leaning over and about to fall.

The short side is suspended in the air, and if it falls, it will fall directly downstairs, Zhou Xiao's eyes are fast, and he grabbed Luo Wenmio's arm and dragged it directly into his arms.

Luo Wenmio was frightened, wanted to resist but was powerless to resist, and when he felt that the person in front of him was not a wisp, the horror suddenly magnified exponentially in his mind.

Luo Wenmio's body heat suddenly boiled the blood in Zhou Xiao's body, and Zhou Xiao looked at Luo Wenmio, who was weak and hasty in his arms, as if he was even more handsome than he saw in the extreme cold cave two years ago.

Zhou Xiao's eyes gradually crawled with bloodshot desire.

Peeling aside the elegant shell of ice sculpture and snow casting, and the mask of a hundred years of indifference, I didn't expect it to be so fragile and attractive inside.

Zhou Xiao grabbed Luo Wenmio's waist with one hand, and the cigarette on his lips with the other hand, and then he suddenly lowered his head and pouted Luo Wenmio's lips, and forcibly crossed the smoke in his mouth into Luo Wenmio's mouth.

"Hmm...."

Luo Wenmio couldn't open her way, her eyes widened in pain, and her tear ducts were stimulated by the smoke, and soon a layer of tears oozed from her eyes.

"No ....."

Luo Wenmio's throat made a choked sound, but Zhou Xiao loved Luo Wenmio's helplessness and fragility at the moment, this man he had always been able to watch from a distance and could not get close, this moment finally became his palm.

Zhou Xiao raised his head and looked at the tears in Luo Wenmio's eyes, the white and handsome skin was extremely red, like pain and embarrassment.

Zhou Xiao only felt that his heartbeat had missed a few beats, and he took a hard puff of cigarette, and then lowered his head again to block Luo Wenmio's mouth.

What once felt deeply sinful even to imagine was now put into action, and this strong stimulation made Zhou Xiao crazy.

At this moment, Zhou Xiao really wanted Luo Wenmio to know that the man who was preparing to ** him at the moment was the adopted son he had cultivated as a tool and never taken to heart, and the son he slapped twice and easily drove out of the house.

Zhou Xiao pushed Luo Wenmio until he slammed Luo Wenmio against the wall, he flicked the cigarette between his fingers into the snowy night beside him, and then -------- beep-------

"No ......"

In order to avoid the movement of Zhou Xiao's hands, Luo Wenmio's body sank hard, but Zhou Xiao suddenly grabbed Luo Wenmio's hands and slammed over his head.

The mountain iron sand slowly detached from Zhou Xiao's body, and after flying around Zhou Xiao twice, according to Zhou Xiao's instructions, one end wrapped around Luo Wenmio's hands like a thin wire, and the other end was nailed into the wall like an iron cone.

Zhou Xiao let go of Luo Wenmio, took half a step back, and looked at Luo Wenmio who could only stand by the wall with a wicked smile.

Luo Wenmio hung his head, his knees slightly bent, because his hands were hanging from the wall by the mountain iron sand, so he could only do a slight struggle and it was difficult for his body to slide again.

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Zhou Xiao stood in front of Luo Wenmio, lit a cigarette, and in order to prevent Luo Wenmio from losing consciousness, Zhou Xiao injected a spiritual power into Luo Wenmio's temples, which could keep Luo Wenmio awake for a short time.

After this toss, Luo Wenmio already knew that he had no power to return to heaven, he had thought that he would fall one day, but he never thought that he would be reduced to such an embarrassing situation.

Luo Wenmio only wished that she would die immediately.

"At least.... Let me know...."Luo Wenmio's desperate voice trembled slightly, "... Who are you...."

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Master... Master....

Zhou Xiao called like this in his heart, at this moment, he really waited for a long, long time!

Physiologically and psychologically, it reached the extreme at the moment of submersion, and Zhou Xiao went crazy, completely ignoring that this was the first time that Luo Wenmio was invaded.

It's his! There was only one voice left in Luo Wenmio's brain......

Luo Wen Mio is his Zhou Xiao, no matter what happens in the future, no matter what his position with Luo Wen Mio is in the future, or how much Luo Wen Mio dislikes him, this does not prevent him Zhou Xiao from having Luo Wen Mio.

Father, father.....

I don't know how long it took to end, and Zhou Xiao seemed to have regained a little bit of reason from the loss of control, hugging Luo Wenmio's body carefully, and kissing it gently as if waiting for a piece of jade.

And at this moment, Luo Wenmio had passed out.

Zhou Xiao put down Luo Wenmio, hugged him and lay on the low floor, still kissing uncontrollably, after feeling that Luo Wenmio had regained some consciousness a little, Zhou Xiao couldn't wait to summon out the mountain iron sand and started the second round of offensive.....