Chapter 943: Han Che's countermeasures
Genius remembered for a second, "Love β Γ· small? Say β', provide you with wonderful novels to read. Wumeng was surprised, just now Han Che couldn't wait to take off Wumeng's clothes, but he didn't breathe at all until now, and his eyes were very calm.
If it weren't for the fact that the picture of herself being slept with by him was still fresh in her memory, she really had to wonder if Han Che had some hidden illness and couldn't do it.
"You! Who knows if you're not interested after you finish sleeping. "Wumeng quibbled.
Beat to death and do not admit it.
"Try to see if I'm not interested in whether you've slept or not." Han Che picked her up across his waist and turned around and walked out of the room.
On this floor of the inn, Yin Li Falcon was wrapped up to marry Song Yi.
So Han Che pushed open another room, this room was more luxurious than the one just now, and even the table was made of golden silk nanmu.
The lady's eight-treasure screen, the silk quilt, the glazed octagonal palace lamp, and even a vase placed in the corner are of mutton fat and white jade.
Wu Meng is not in the mood? Appreciating how delicate this room was, she struggled and kept kicking her legs: "Han Che, you let go of me, if you dare to force me, I will make you feel painful." β
Han Che threw her on the silk quilt, she had just finished taking a shower, not wearing her favorite fiery red gauze dress, but a white gauze, which reflected her beautiful little face even more white as pearl jade, shining with a charming luster.
Han Che looked at her, his eyes darkening more and more, and said lightly, "I'm already in pain now." β
So he needs to vent out, Wumeng can't escape today anyway.
Wumeng's brain is a little dizzy, just hit by the bead on the back of the head began to dizzy, although I faint but people are very awake.
It's just that she fell twice today, and now she doesn't have much strength at all.
She knew that Han Che had just sealed her internal strength.
She lay on the bed and wanted to get up, and she must not be slaughtered.
A shadow came up, and as soon as the body was pressed by gravity, Wumeng was trapped and couldn't escape.
"Be nice, you can't escape." Han Che said in a low voice, and the warm breath sprinkled on Wumeng's ears.
She hated the strange feeling that would make her lose her mind.
"Han Che, you can't do this, you go away." Wumeng struggled violently, her little hands on her chest, desperately trying to push him away.
Wu dreamed of being by the pond that night, and she was in a heart-rending pain, and she never wanted that feeling again.
Frightened, Hua Rong lost his face and shouted: "Han Bull, you die, it hurts, it hurts too much, I don't want it, woo, I don't want it." β
Han Che frowned slightly, seeing the fear in her eyes, and there were still crystal tears in the corners of her eyes.
Why did you cry all of a sudden?
He lowered his head and kissed away her tears and said dumbly: "Good, it doesn't hurt, I promise it won't hurt this time." β
"Liar, big bastard, it hurt me to death last time, it's not comfortable at all, you die, I don't want to be slept with you, I'll die of pain." Wumeng cried hoarsely, really scared.
The memory of that night was really bad for her, Han Che took the medicine and didn't know at all? system, she was completely injured for the first time.
Han Che looked at her puzzled, was she really afraid of pain, or pretended.
He had only vague memories of that night, but it made him very satisfied and happy.
So when he saw Wumeng again, he almost couldn't help but want to relive it.
But Wumeng is like this, so he really doesn't dare to come hard.
Last time, when she was in a hurry, she bit her own poison sac.
Wumeng is an unyielding person who would rather die, even if she is forced, she can't be given a chance to die.
But what to do now, he must not stop.
Does it hurt a woman to do this?
No, not all the women in Jinxianglou enjoy it.
He remembered the book he had read that day, and reached out to hold Wumeng's face and bowed his head and kissed it: "Don't be afraid, let me kiss first, and I won't be afraid for a while." β
But Wu Meng would listen to him, she kept tilting her head to prevent him from succeeding.
"You die, I hate you, Han Bull, how can you do this to me!"
The humiliation in Wumeng's heart welled up in his heart, and there was hatred in his eyes.
It was this man who had beaten her so badly several times that she was lying in bed and almost saw Hades.
If it weren't for Song Yi, she would have been out of this world for a long time.
Even the last time he almost drove her to death.
And he watched as he was taken away, and that time, she almost couldn't get out of the pain and became a living dead.
With so many painful memories, it is not an exaggeration that she and the man in front of her have a deep feud in blood.
She really didn't want to hate someone, it was too tiring, so she kept this hatred in her heart.
She also used the stupidest method to settle the grievances between the two, but this man did not keep his promise.
"Since you have the memory of that night, you should clearly remember what you said that night, and it was you who promised not to pester me again!"
Han Che put his hand in her hair and lowered his head to kiss her eyebrows, this kind of dream made him a little scared, she hated him.
She really hated him and hated him, not just talking.
"I regret it, I see you and think, it's not something I can control." Han Che held her head, his blue eyes staring at her tightly, trying to find a hint of other emotion on her face.
But no.
His eyes lit up, and he rolled over and got out of bed.
Picking up the robe on the side and putting it on, Han Che went out without looking back.
Wu Meng was stunned, did he really let her go like this?
Happiness came so suddenly, she couldn't believe it.
There was a slamming sound of the door closing, and Wu Meng was sure that Han Che had really left.
She didn't care what Han Che thought, she sat up and put on her clothes.
When I walked to the window, there were still many guards outside, and Han Che didn't touch her, and he didn't plan to let her go.
Wu Meng sat on the window lattice with her fists clenched, what should you do, Han Che's will not provoke herself.
It would be a shame for her to marry him and sleep, and she would not allow it to happen again.
The last time she compromised, she was too naΓ―ve, thinking that Han Che would be a man who kept his promises.
What scared her even more was that the fake dream was useless to Han Che.
Thinking of the days to come, Han Che, who had tasted the sweetness, was even more unlikely to let her go, and she felt that she couldn't live anymore.
With her current strength, she couldn't kill Han Che at all, even if she was doing that kind of thing, Han Che wouldn't let her have a chance to do it.
What to do?
Han Che went out and dragged his robe to stand in the cold wind, and the reaction between his bodies had already gone down.
He had always been a man of few desires, and he had never even known about men and women before. But when it comes to Wumeng, these things happen naturally.
Wumeng hated him and hated him, this was a matter of course, and he understood it.
He never regretted what he had done, but this time, he did.
If it weren't for the many battles and brutal injuries before, Wumeng would not have resisted so much.
He can also kill Wumeng and solve all these troubles.
But he couldn't make a move, and he knew he had missed the best chance to make a move.
After tasting the good taste, how could he be willing to let go again.
In his world, in his childhood memory, there is no such word as beautiful.
It was Wumeng who made her have.
It's impossible to let go of her, unless you can get tired of it.
"Little boy, what's the trouble?" The white-clothed incense lord stepped forward and asked with concern.
The little boy has been standing here for half an hour, and he has never seen the little boy so melancholy.
Han Che glanced at him, thought for a while and asked, "Wumeng won't let me sleep, but I have to sleep with her, is there any way to make her not resist." "Reading, a better reading experience.