At night, several stone lanterns have been lit in the small cross courtyard, and after the grass and trees are thinned, the mountain rocks are towering, and the mist is shrouded.

The sound of the water does not stop, it is a thin hot spring gushing down from the Taihu Lake stone, blooming countless splashes, steaming all over the hot mist of the garden.

The stars are low, and the candles are flickering.

It was supposed to be a time of snow in the depths of winter, but the courtyard was warm.

At this time, there was only one tourmaline standing at the door in the courtyard, and the people who walked around during the day had retreated.

I saw tourmaline with his head down, his eyes looking at his nose and his nose looking at his heart, and his two hands were tightly pulled together, trembling slightly.

What was it that frightened her so much?

If you listen carefully, in addition to the sound of splashing water from the hot spring, there is also a coquettish cry of a woman who seems to be nothing.

It was extremely reluctant, but uncontrollable.

Intermittently saying no, but finally drowned in the sound of rushing water.

In the depths of the fog, Su Shengsheng held the rockery and stood in the pool.

The water is not up to the waist, and it can be spilled over the thighs.

But she seemed to be unable to stand, and her two legs, which were red and tender from the hot spring, were weak from time to time, and knelt down into the water.

But in the low whimper, no matter how weak she was, it was difficult for her to soften.

There was always a pair of hands firmly gripping her waist, manipulating her body forward or backward.

Fingers picked at the rocks, Su Shengsheng lowered her head, the hot spring splashed on her crimson cheeks, she could hardly break her eyes, but she was powerless to brush away the water droplets on her face.

Suddenly, the strength of the hand on her waist began to spiral out of control.

She heard the muffled gasps of the man behind her.

The surging tide became more and more unbearable, and it was called pleasure, but it was more like a sharp hook of a sharp blade, firmly holding her soul, and if she tried to struggle, it would mercilessly cut her body apart.

In the face of her stubbornness, he would not hurt her, and only used one method to pull out the spikes on her body.

He even indulged in this way, turning the repressed, hidden, and even incomplete psychology into insatiable desires.

He whispered in her ear that he loved her.

Tenderness and sweetness, as always.

If she is silent, he will not be annoyed.

only tossed her harder, and no matter how emotional she was, she only dared to leave a little mark in the secret place.

But now, she was a bird in his cage, and every inch of her was under his control.

The mottled red marks were tinged with bruises, and there were even tooth marks.

Every time he saw the dazzling marks on her fair skin, he always smiled with a gloomy and tender smile.

"Wait for Sheng'er to give birth to a doll for me, so that she won't always want to leave me."

Every time he heard such words, Su Shengsheng only bit out two words from between his teeth.

"Maniac ......"

The spring lingers overnight.

When the night was getting deeper, I went back to my room.

At this time, Su Shengsheng was already weak, his bones were sour, and his skin and flesh were crispy.

Red, red, white, white, bruised, purple.

A few places were even red and swollen, and she had no face to look at her body, only curled up in a ball and wrapped in a corner of the bed.

She curled up on herself, clinging to the last bit of stubbornness or dignity.

But he turned a blind eye to her fragile insistence.

In the warm room, under the bright light, she did not hesitate to tear open the futon that she was tightly wrapped around her body.

It is striped red, without any covering.

Relying on the warmth of the dragon in the room, she had no clothes all night long.

It was often not until the next morning, when Tourmaline was allowed to enter the house to serve, that she had clothes to wear.

There are not many clothes, only one set.

At night, it was torn and kneaded, and it was naked all night.