He suddenly exerted force, penetrating her body without warning, and at that moment, Mu Yueli's eyes widened in horror, and tears slipped down like beads of broken threads, blurring and turning on the snow-white sheets.

Mu Yan clamped her jaw, and her sweaty handsome face filled her entire pupils.

"Mu Yueli, see clearly, who you belong to!" A sensual and magnetic voice mixed with burning breath swirled between the two.

Mu Yueli looked at Mu Yan with dull eyes like a puppet, and his struggling hands had already given up resistance, hanging weakly at his side, looking numb to be slaughtered.

Her emotionless obedience made the anger in Mu Yan's chest not only not subside, but intensified. He clamped her waist and pounded her body rudely again and again, as if trying to trade the pain that invaded her bone marrow for a little response from him.

And Mu Yueli bit her lip tightly, like a puppet that could be manipulated at will, silently bearing all the pain he brought her. Even though Mu Yan increased his force again and again, broke into her eyes again and again, and forced her to look at him, she seemed to be out of the way, staring at a certain place in the air in a daze with empty eyes.

Mu Cheng leaned down, the scorching breath on her pale face, the tips of the noses of the two touched together, Mu Cheng looked at the reflection of herself in her eyes, obviously occupying all her sight, but it seemed to be just a bubble, it seemed to blow lightly, and then disappeared.

His shadow in her pupils, like a painting forcibly nailed to the wall for exhibition, obviously incompatible with the theme of the whole exhibition, still hung there cheekily, trying to blend in with the environment, but after all, it was just a dream.

He can break into her eyes, but he can't break into her heart, he can occupy all her eyes, but he can't find a place in her heart, so is he fortunate or unlucky?

"Look at me, Tsukiri!" Mu Yan said, increasing his strength again.

And Mu Yueli, silently bearing the storm brought to her by Mu Yan, even if the pain penetrated the bone marrow, she only clenched her fists to alleviate the pain, and there was no longer any emotional fluctuations on her face, like a soulless body, lying there stiffly.

"Look at me! Look at me! Monthly! Look at me......" Mu Li's voice gradually lowered, and in the end, the original rage almost turned into begging, he stared into her eyes, but in the bottomless darkness, he could not find a trace of her affection for him.

Endless despair enveloped him, and he seemed to have lost all reason, clamping her jaw with one hand, sucking her lips fiercely, and the movements became more and more frenzied......

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The miserable white moonlight shone in through the gauze curtain, sprinkled on Mu Yueli's face without a trace of blood, she lay there quietly, her eyes were not dry with tears, her breathing was light and shallow, like a papier-mâché person, which broke at the slightest touch, which made people feel very distressed when they saw it.

Mu Cheng leaned on the head of the bed, silently looking at her who was asleep, she seemed to be extremely tired, her face was full of exhaustion, Mu Cheng carefully pulled the quilt up, when touching her bare skin, she seemed to notice something, couldn't help frowning, Mu Cheng hurriedly withdrew her hand, so as not to disturb her dreams.

Mu Yan couldn't help but think that in the past, the two always slept in the same bed, when she was not yet ten years old, she had just moved from the underground to live on the ground, and she couldn't adapt to it for a long time, she would be afraid when she saw the sun, she would be afraid when she saw a bird, and she would be afraid when she saw a maid other than a nun......