Chapter 177: That thin and weak crying voice is clear dyeing

It had indeed been a while since he had forced her last time.

According to the frequency of this man in the past, he has been hungry for a long time.

"I don't want to do it, you let me go." The cold expression burst out with cold hatred, more cold and hard than last time, it seemed that if he really forced her, she would definitely turn her face with him completely, and even the peace on the surface could no longer be maintained.

Rong Xun's eyes were deep, and he grabbed the woman's chin with his hand and looked at her.

The contours of Su Jiuge's eyes have always been quite deep, his eyes are wide open, and the whites of his eyes are a little red.

Bowed his head, kissed heavily, sucked the sweet liquid in the woman's mouth, the hot temperature was spreading, and when the kiss was enough, the man left the woman's lips.

The woman's lips were kissed bright red, the ambiguous silver threads were entangled, and the reddish big eyes were stubborn and revealing a moistness.

Rong Xun's throat rolled up and down, and his head was clamoring to strip her naked, and take possession of her from the inside out to relieve the uncomfortable desire.

"I won't touch you." He let out a low sigh and let go of the man in his arms.

Su Jiuge glared at him angrily, turned around and ran back to the bed, covering himself with the quilt.

Rong Xun looked at her, and there was an inconspicuous tingling in his heart.

She can't accept his affection anymore?

Rong Xun took a book, lay on the bed, and as soon as she pulled the quilt, the woman rolled the quilt and moved it to the side.

He tugged, and she continued to move.

He covered his head and refused to let him take it off.

"I'm not going to snatch your quilt and get your head out." Rong Xun grimaced and gently pressed his eyebrows.

The woman lying under the quilt turned a deaf ear, as if she was asleep, but as soon as she touched her, she struggled with emotional reactions.

Su Jiuge slept in a separate room, but under his strong position, this matter could only be resolved.

Sleepiness seemed to hit all of a sudden, Rong Xun threw down the book, closed his clothes and lay down.

The room was still lit with a warm orange light, and the man's breathing began to steady.

Su Jiuge slowly poked his head out of the quilt and quietly glanced at the man beside him.

He sleeps softly, usually a gentle look, and his handsome facial features are really the most attractive and harmless composition.

"Rong Xun-" Su Jiuge called out a few times, but the man did not respond.

Immediately getting out of bed, Su Jiuge opened the wardrobe and put on his clothes, and then returned to the bed to look at the man who was already asleep.

He didn't have the slightest hint of waking up.

With a faint sigh, Su Jiuge still pulled the quilt over and covered him, then wrapped his scarf tightly and closed the door and went out.

Walking on the bluestone path, the snow of goose feathers fell on the woman's body, she raised her eyes and looked at the villa in front of her, in all directions, the cold air that spread made her legs and feet shiver.

Li Beijue's villa is really getting colder and colder.

Su Jiuge walked in gently, and with his ability, he opened the door of the Li Mansion.

Squeak –

The cold feeling on his face, it was pitch black in all directions, Su Jiuge's eyes shone brightly, and he walked in step by step.

I can't tell why she came here all of a sudden, she always felt like she was going to find something, but she couldn't tell, and she really didn't find anything.

Su Jiuge walked in slowly, the villa without human population, as if Li Beijue did not exist.

Turning one corridor after another, Su Jiuge leaned against the wall of a random room, his eyes lowered.

Kiyozen is not here.

Su Jiuge took a deep breath, and just as he wanted to leave, a timid voice sounded: "Yes...... Who is it? ”

With these three words alone, Su Jiuge was already in tears.

"Kiyozen, are you right?" Su Jiuge knocked on the door, and the thin and weak crying voice overflowed, as if it was overflowing, as well as the suffering and pain for a while.