Chinese The man propped his hands on the sides of her head and looked down at her from top to bottom, "Luoxi, how did you feel when you saw me at the ball?" I dropped the trophy at that time, how do you feel now? ”

Luo Xi looked at him fixedly, unable to say a word.

What does it feel...

What can it be like...

"Uh... I... Can you say... It is... How do you feel normally?" Luo Xi stammered.

"What is the feeling of normal feelings, and there are no regrets?"

Regret?

What do you regret?

Regret not leaving him behind? He was going to be poisoned, and she couldn't keep him.

Regret dropping the trophy? She had made up her mind to leave him, why should she let the remnants of their memories disturb her heart...

"No regrets." Luo Xi didn't stutter this time, and said his answer in the affirmative.

"Luo, Xi!" The man's eyes seemed to be roaring with cannon fire, and he instantly ripped off the nightdress on Luo Xi's body, ripped off the shirt buttons on his neckline, and broke through Luo Xi's blockade throughout.

They hadn't done it in days, and they went straight to the point without any foreplay, which caught Luo Xi's jaw up unexpectedly.

"Jing Mohao, it hurts..."

"Give me a long memory of the pain, see if you dare to forget me in the future." Men squander their strength to their heart's content, like a harsh punishment, not an intimate ****.

Luo Xi bit the corner of his lip to bear his anger, and clutched the sheets under him tightly, "Jing Mohao... I really hurt... You're quick... Stop..."

Jing Mohao looked at her already pale face, and suddenly stopped the movement of her waist, only to feel a warm current wrapping her lower body.

Looking down, he suddenly found that there was a blood red, and his eyes suddenly turned awe-inspiring.

"Luoxi, you're bleeding."

Luo Xi's biting lip slowly loosened, pulling out a pale smile, "Jing Mohao, are you also afraid of blood?" ”

"What's the matter, where do you feel uncomfortable? I'll go find Jian Qing. The man scolded, but his face was full of anxiety, staring at her little face and helping her to sit up.

This stupid woman, if it weren't for her, he wouldn't even look at it, and he would be afraid, let alone be afraid, let alone impossible!

Luo Xi lifted the quilt, looked at the bloodshot stained on the sheet, felt the faint falling and swollen feeling in his lower abdomen, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She patted his arm away, a little funny, "What are you nervous about, aren't I just my aunt here, I'll go to the toilet." ”

The eldest aunt is finally here, it's been more than a month since the last time, if she doesn't come again, she should go to find a Chinese medicine doctor to recuperate...

Luo Xi said, his calves got out of bed, and before he could step on the ground, he was held in the arms of the man.

"Luoxi, when will you come here, let me know in advance." Such words, coming out of the mouth of the dignified president Mo Yao, always have a strange taste, especially coupled with his serious look, it is even more strange.

Luo Xi let him carry him into the bathroom, "I... Not very accurate. ”

The man glanced at her, pursed his lips, and put her on the toilet, leaving a "call me instead".

Luo Xi watched him turn around and go out, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

It feels so good to be cherished by him like this, no matter how angry he was just now, when he was uncomfortable, he was still willing to put down his body and hold up a clear sky for himself.

It's a good feeling.

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