I don't know how long it took, but the light snow outside the window began to fall.

The cold wind whistled and poured into the flower hall one after another, but the two people in the flower hall didn't seem to be aware of it.

Wei Huaijin hugged Su Shengsheng, pinched her chin hard, and lifted it.

There was a tingling pain in her jaw, Su Shengsheng frowned, and the next moment her lips were grabbed fiercely.

The cold eyebrows and eyes suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes, and Su Shengsheng trembled and began to struggle hard.

But no matter how she kicks and refuses, she can't resist the man in front of her.

Like a wounded beast, Wei Huaijin picked her up and pressed her down on the table of the Eight Immortals behind her.

He grabbed her hands, his body embedded between her legs, and he pressed her under him, kissing her hard.

There is a familiar taste between the lips and teeth, but the sweetness that once passed each other is now only hopeless bitterness.

Such intimacy and kissing are now a bone-eating pain for Su Shengsheng.

She couldn't break free, so she gritted her teeth and didn't let him conquer the city.

The cold lips that were on her lips paused, and then he sucked on her lips and bit hard, sharp pain came and a smell of blood soaked into her gums.

Su Shengsheng whimpered lowly, suppressed the sour choking in his throat, and remained stubbornly silent.

Wei Huaijin tossed and crushed her lips, and no matter how lightly or heavily she sucked her teeth, she couldn't let go of the crown of her dead teeth.

Suddenly, he grabbed her jaw and forced her to open her mouth roughly.

The pain became intense and clear, Su Shengsheng's eyes were wet, and he was finally forced to loosen his teeth.

In the next moment, he completely encroached on her breath.

With a bloody bite, he licked and sucked every inch of her mouth, and he grabbed her tongue hard, probing the most fragile and sensitive places at the base of her tongue, as if to devour her into his belly.

In such a bitter invasion, Su Shengsheng only felt deep despair.

A choked sob, tears silently falling from the corners of her eyes.

Teardrops soaked the sideburns one after the other.

Wei Huaijin was stunned, and suddenly let go of her lips.

He watched her weep, and the resentment in his eyes gradually shattered.

The next moment, he leaned over to kiss the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't cry, Sheng'er, don't cry."

He whispered in her ear, kissing from heavy to light.

This seems to contain all the tenderness and sweetness in the world, and it is poured into her alone.

He kissed away her tears and the blood stains on her lips, and the appearance of Fang Cai's rage and uncontrollable appearance was already like two people.

He kept whispering in her ear, loving and pitying.

She still seems to be the willful and squeamish princess, whether in tears or anger, just to ask him for a deep hug.

His kiss deepened, and a pair of hands soothed her.

Su Shengsheng's placket gradually loosened, she gasped heavily, but what lingered in her throat was a choked sob.

There is no going back, nothing can go back, and no one can pretend that none of this happened.

She can't face it, she can't accept it, and she can't forgive.

Whether it was hard or not, he did it anyway, no matter what the reason.

Those memories that exist in the slanting wind and drizzle, or the warm sun shining on the branches, have become yesterday's death.

And she can only live today.

No matter how much he caresses her, look for memories of the two of them once intimacy.

She still stubbornly stopped looking at him, couldn't break free, so she stopped struggling, and all she left him with was a numb look.

I don't know how long it took, but there was no sound around.

With a light pressure on her body, Su Shengsheng opened her hazy teary eyes, and she was the only one left in the cold flower hall.

And on the table of the Eight Immortals where she was lying, a token was left.