Frankimir was so surprised to see the person coming out of the guest room that he couldn't even speak.

This woman was not a stranger, but Elena, who haunted Frankimir and couldn't sleep at night.

Frankimir never imagined that he would be here, meeting Elena unexpectedly. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad to meet again in such a situation.

Frankie Mill looked at Elena dumbfounded, unable to say a word for a long time. Elena was also surprised, looking at Frankimie's expression, as if she had bumped into a ghost in broad daylight.

"How could it be you!" Frank Mill struggled to squeeze a few words out of his mouth, each of which seemed to drain all his strength.

"You...... How...... How could it be you? Elena looked at Frankimir intently, her affectionate eyes filled with tears.

"Why are you here?" Frankie Mill felt nothing more than confusion in his head.

"It's a long story, let's go back to the house." Elena sighed sadly and spoke softly, she was obviously calmer than Frankimir.

"Right...... You're right, let's go inside. Frankimir nodded desperately, his mind in a state of confusion, and he had no idea at all.

"Then let's go inside!" Elena said, turning and walking back to the room.

Frankimir immediately chased after him, he didn't need to look for his room anymore, obviously all his attention fell on the longing Elena.

Frank Mire followed closely behind Elena and entered Elena's room, locking the door casually.

This room is not big, there is not much furniture in the room, it feels cold, although the heating on the window ridge is turned on very much.

In the center of the room was a large iron bed, covered with a burgundy mattress, which looked very comfortable, even though it was a few years old.

Next to the window are a coffee table made of black iron, and two coffee chairs made of red copper.

In addition to the bed, table and chairs, there was a tall wardrobe with carved flowers on the wardrobe, covered with dust and dirt, which was obviously older than the iron bed, table and chair.

After entering the room, Frank Miir suddenly grabbed Elena's elbow joint and gently hugged her into his arms.

Frankimir stretched out his right hand, using his index and middle fingers, along the back of Elena's exposed short black skirt, slowly roaming and climbing, exerting a light pressure on Elena's soft skin.

Under the pressure of Frankimir's fingers, Elena let out a delicate moan, her breathing immediately became rapid, and her body snuggled softly into Frankimir's firm arms.

Elena felt the irresistible heat from Frankimir's body, and she only felt a tingling sensation all over her body, and her whole body was as hot as a burning fire, which made Elena uncomfortable from her hair to her heels.

Elena tried her best to suppress the irrepressible desire in her heart, but this desire rushed to flow into Elena's veins, quickly occupying every nerve and every cell of Elena.

Elena's whole body was trembling, her body was limp and there was no trace of strength, she was longing for a storm to come, and she would do whatever it took to do so.

Elena was pricked weakly in Frankimir's arms, Frankimir kissed Elena on the cheek gently, both of them were greedily enjoying each other's warmth, and lust continued to rise in their hearts.

Frankimir couldn't defend himself against Elena, but he still wanted to ask Elena why she was in such a place before he had a strong desire.

"Why are you here? You haven't told me yet. Frankimir whispered.

"There was a riot in the Gulag, and I took advantage of the chaos to escape. A fugitive like me can't go anywhere, so I can only hide here for a while, but I didn't expect to run into you. Why are you here, where exactly have you been, why don't you come to me. Elena muttered against Frankemir's cheek.

"Am I not here? Don't worry, I won't leave you alone in the future, let alone let you leave me, I will be by your side and always with you. Frankie Mire whispered softly.

"Really? Didn't you lie to me? I heard them say that you killed your own wife, and I believe that is not true, and I know that you love her and you cannot hurt her. Elena's words were a little agitated.

"Thank you, thank you for trusting me so much. They killed Lalisa, but they blamed me, and I must avenge Larissa, and I must avenge this revenge. Franky Mill said as he kissed Elena on the cheek.

"This must be dangerous, it must be dangerous, I don't want to lose you, I can't live without you." Elena muttered with tears in her eyes.

Frankimir caressed Elena's cheek with one hand and took her tightly into her arms with the other.

Frankimir's hug made Elena a little breathless, but she just liked the suffocating pain, because it was given by Frankimir.

For Elena, as long as it was something that Frankimir gave her, whatever it was, it was what he desperately desired, she didn't know how to refuse, she was willing to accept everything from him.

Elena's life is like a lifeless puppet, manipulated by others and at the mercy of others, she is powerless to fight and change. But when faced with Frankimir, she is willing to accept all this, hoping only to make Frankimir happy.

Frank Miir forcibly picked up Elena and easily carried her to the iron bed. Frankimir's greedy gaze revealed great joy. Elena also because of Frankimi's brute strength, which inspired an uncontrollable desire in her heart.

The two of them snuggled up to each other, and the extreme excitement and joy made them dizzy, and finally their consciousness was completely replaced by the desire of the passion, and they were tightly united.

They have had countless experiences with each other, but they are still like children who know nothing, eager to satisfy their infinite curiosity.

Frankimir was rude to Elena so overwhelmed that she was almost suffocated to death, but she enjoyed the weight of the pressure, which made her feel more grounded.

Just like enjoying the surging frenzy one after another, only the kind of intoxicating and irresistible joy and joy is the life that is truly worth having for people, so that people can truly feel and live in this world.

It is only at that moment, in the midst of endless joy and happiness, that we can feel that in this tragic world, there are beautiful and moving moments, as well as joyful and infinite moments.

The storm lasted from dawn to dusk. The quaint guest rooms were almost ruthlessly destroyed by this storm.

The storm ravaged the room, as well as Frankmir and Elena in the room. Panting and sweating, they lay weakly like that, letting their breathing heavily, causing their bodies to rise and fall violently.

They were like dead people, with no strength in their bodies. Franky Mir shouldn't have been so weak, but there had been a storm last night, and he almost lost his life in the fierce battle all night after that, and now he has fought from dawn to sunset, and his vitality has not yet recovered, so he is naturally a little unbearable.

In contrast, it was Elena, who was even more energetic. (To be continued.) )