He Angelica thought for a while, guessed a possibility, and blurted out: "Did you control her mind?" Just like Duan Xiaolou did to us? ”

Meng Xuan bowed her head, first praised her intelligence, and then asked her what Duan Xiaolou had done to her. He Angelica was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say it but didn't know where to start, Duan Xiaolou had used the method of soul dementoring to deal with her, and forced her to explain the matter of Meng Xuan's confrontation with Jinyiwei, mentioning this, a faint sadness flowed in her heart, Duan Xiaolou finally stood on the opposite side of her.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Meng Xuan didn't mind, as soon as he took off his bed clothes and threw them away, he went into the quilt naked to steal incense and jade.

He Angelica struggled and said, "Meng Xuan...... Xianggong, I can't do it anymore, let me sleep. ”

Meng Xuanwu dug out his head and said unmindfully: "Okay, you sleep with yours, I'm busy with mine, you don't have to bother to greet me, I can do it myself." With that, his muscular body squeezed the legs of the man below him again, determined to regroup and fight again.

He Angelica could only cry without tears, and tried to persuade: "The coming day is long, why are you in a hurry?" The concubine is already your person, and I didn't say that you were not allowed to do this, but I wanted to rest tonight. ”

When Meng Xuan heard her say this, she also took pity on her young and weak, and she was newly exposed to the rain and dew, so she let her go first, and let her sleep with her silky long hair like a quilt. But Wen Xiang Nephrite was on the side, how could he bear it, and after a while, he salivated and begged for pleasure with a thick face, saying that he would stop when she told him to stop. She didn't believe the lust under his hypocritical face, shook her head and said, "If you do this again, I'll go and sleep with Qing'er." ”

Meng Xuan looked at the beautiful little wife who slept with a quilt without a wisp, his saliva flowed, his heart was down, and as soon as he confessed, he went back on his word and stretched out his evil hand to her again, and spat out threatening words: "Today's last time, you are from me, let's come and disperse, and we will sleep together when we are finished." If you don't obey, so will I, and I will cause you to suffer a lot. Do you weigh it yourself, do you obediently obey me, or do you want me to use a strong one? ”

Her eyes that wanted to cry without tears became a little moist, her hands were propped on his chest, and she desperately pushed the other end of the bed, and in turn threatened him: "Meng Xuan! Do you really only care about today, and don't want to go later? Don't forget, now I'm just a concubine who was divorced by you, you are so arrogant and domineering, and I will take a burden and leave in the future, and I will never see your face again. ”

Meng Xuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and the invasion project at hand also paused for a moment.

He Angelica thought that his warning had played a role, and hurriedly found her bedclothes as fast as possible, and quickly put them on before turning around and asking, "What's the matter, are you tired too?" ”

Meng Xuan's face showed a little puzzled, shook his head and said, "No, it's just that, as soon as you said that you were going to leave me, my place suddenly twitched twice...... Never been like this, am I sick? ”

He Angelica thought at first that he was coaxing her sweetly, and he was going to say something reluctant to her, but when he looked at his expression, he found that it was a serious face that was completely different from the previous lust fan. At that moment, she also seriously and quickly adjusted to a conscientious doctor, asked his wrist to take the pulse, and did enough "looking, hearing, asking, and cutting" before she was diagnosed: "Xianggong, you are not sick, but you are too tired, as long as you sleep well for seven days and eight nights, your heart will feel much more comfortable." ”

Meng Xuan frowned and recalled the feeling of palpitations just now, and really believed the words of He Angelica, closed his eyes, and recuperated.

Through the dim lamp and candle, He Angelica looked at him carefully, and suddenly found that in addition to the scars left by the years of war on his body, there were also some small and shallow scars, some of which she had an impression of.

For example, there is a millet-like scar on his heart, which is a memorial left by Meng Xuan who pulled her to worship in the church and stabbed herself with a hairpin to scare her; There is a light-colored scar on his arm, which is the nightmare scar that Lu Jiangbei injured him and could not heal for a long time; Moreover, three and a half years ago, on Shuishang Guanshan, the old scars that he was cut and stabbed by Jinyiwei were not very obvious, but if you look closely, there are many places.

These are the wounds on Meng Xuan's body that she remembered before Meng Xuan came over from another dimension, but now things have changed, everything has changed, everything is different, but the scars on his body are still there......

She gently stroked the scars, as if she were caressing a person who was now invisible. The thin white fingers did not touch, but just hovered and stroked, but Meng Xuan, who was pretending to sleep, immediately felt it, and when she opened her eyes, the scars she was paying attention to did not belong to him, but the gifts left to him by the previous one when the "Shuangxuan Fusion" was fused.

He said angrily, "Those big dark scars were left by me on the battlefield, and I escaped from the bloody battle before I came here. And those shallow small marks of the same color as his skin are his things, and it is not known whether they were caused by walking and falling. There is another thing, that is, the kind of wonderful ability to control things and people that I showed you, which I didn't have before. But I don't think it's his stuff either, these are my fourth uncle's housekeeping skills, and they must have been given to him by the fourth uncle here. ”

mentioned Meng Xuan in the past, his heart was sour, and he suddenly had a feeling of being angry with himself. I accidentally saw He Angelica just looking at those scars, and the beauty of crying was intoxicating, however, a cold current of jealousy suddenly appeared in his heart, until he explained the "ownership of scars" sentence by sentence, she still did not come back to her senses.

He couldn't hold the torture of the cold current anymore, turned over with a low roar, pressed He Angelica under him, grinded her snow-white slender neck, and ripped off her bedclothes. Originally, they all died down, and suddenly they had the will to fight again, and they wanted to punish this inattentive little woman, inattentiveness has to pay the price, but when she was good with him, she thought of "others", how could he easily spare her, even if she didn't follow, he would strengthen her......

She suddenly cried out with a "wow" and cried, "Don't touch me, let me go!" She heard "he" talking to her! Another "little Meng Xuan", just before he took a breath, he spoke!

He was unmoved, and was even more aroused by the real fire, and said fiercely: "It's only been twice, haven't you also enjoyed it, I'm not enough, what if you eat it again." With that, he tore her newly dressed pants and forcibly parted her legs, forcing her huge body to squeeze in, forcing her to come together. He clasped her hands and lifted them above her head, pressing them into the soft waterfall of hair, while using his heavy body to press her into the bed.

"Let go of me!"

Tears slid from her eyes to her ears, disappearing in her dark hair. She tried to escape, but in vain, and at the slightest movement, she would be firmly held down by him.

He glanced down at her, and thrust into her most vulnerable and soft place, she let out a low cry, and then bit the flap of her lip that had lost blood, and her little hands grasped the soft object under her hand, whether it was the sheets, or maybe her long hair. She didn't know it, the only thing she could do for herself was to close her eyes and not look at the man with the flame burning in the depths of her eyes.

Meng Xuan pushed harder, forcing her to accept his hugeness, and with the first forced entry, the second and third followed many times.

He had thought that with the lubrication of the first two times, it must have been effortless to enter, but only a short time had passed, and when he entered her again, it was already very dry underneath. Although this did not affect his enjoyment, he subconsciously knew that she would definitely feel pain if she penetrated such dryness. Looking down at her expression again, it was obvious that she was already in pain, her face was snow-white, her lips were discolored, and there was a faint cold sweat floating on her forehead. His heart softened, and his sprinting movements slowed down, wanting to redo foreplay and seduce her cooperation.

But her person seemed to be unconscious, and she ignored him when he lunged at her and when he stopped to comfort her. He was displeased, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of her lips moving slightly, as if muttering something, and he was a little curious, and bent down to eavesdrop.

"Meng Xuan, Meng Xuan, save me, save me......" she said something like this.

Intuitively, he knew that the person she was calling was definitely not him, so he was suddenly enraged, and with the previous anger, the two anger converged, making him find an excuse to ask for joy. At the moment, he no longer cared about whether she was suitable to continue this love, and let go of the gallop without any scruples, enjoying his gluttonous feast alone.

He thought that she was just making a fuss for a while, and her lower body was just dry for a while, as long as she was hooked by lust, she didn't say that he was Meng Xuan, even if she was a man next to her, she might not be unwilling. But until he galloped to the last open world, she still didn't have a trace of emotional love juice, she still grabbed the sheets under her tightly, biting her lip and bearing it silently. Until he released his scorching essence, she didn't have half a warm hand to echo him, and her neck resonated.

Meng Xuan's body was refreshed, but there was a little tightness in his heart. Unlike the strange and novel twitching palpitations of the past, he knew that the current feeling of tension stemmed from uneasiness, like the panic and uneasiness of a child who had done something wrong, and was proud for a while, but then had to face the blame.

He slowly withdrew his doppelganger and fell heavily on the pillow on the other side, and when he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, as far as the eye could see, he found that the snow-white trembling female body on his side was covered with blood! Blood, all blood! She had never shed so much blood in her first night!

Meng Xuan was taken aback and asked in a trembling voice, "Qing'er, what's wrong with you?!" ”

The girl who had been ravaged by him was just trembling, from her lips to her shoulders, to her waist, to her knees, her whole body was trembling uncontrollably. Her cheeks were not as rosy as they had been after the first few loves, they were so pale that she couldn't hold up half of the color, and there were faint traces of two traces of crying on her cheeks, like a glass begonia that had just been destroyed by the merciless wind and rain. Shattered to the ground, it was all the good thoughts she had about him earlier.

This love, she never enjoyed it from beginning to end, she was hurt! He hurt her!