Her breathing gradually became rapid, and there was confusion in her eyes wandering wildly.

Angered by his words, she wanted to have nothing to do with him again, but he caught herself again, and still did such an intimate act to herself. What's he doing? Don't you understand that she actually desires it?

The feeling of need, like a grass that grows in the bottom of her heart, once triggered, takes root and sprouts, she thought about refusing, and when he told her that he didn't want to be sorry for that person, she wanted to run away. However, his movements, like igniting a fire, gradually burned her reason, so that the hand that she wanted to resist turned into pandering again.

It hurts, it hurts, but in addition to the pain, it seems to be mixed with some indescribable feeling. With a pale face, lying on the snow-white sheets with sweat, Su Lian was no longer conscious because of the pain, and all those who were reserved and shy were all thrown out of the clouds by her, at that time, she only knew that she was about to die of pain.

Feeling the extreme feeling that is different from the past, slowly sinking, sinking deeply, until it flies into the sky, and can no longer find itself.........

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In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up, sticky, and sore.

Su Lian half-propped himself up, and quietly looked at Song Tianming's sleeping face by the moonlight, knowing him for so long, for the first time, I saw him sleeping like a child.

At that time, he never slept in front of her eyes. He said that he would always be high-end and handsome, in case he fell asleep, he looked ugly and shed hara, which would destroy his image as a male god in her mind, so when he was sleepy, he just leaned on her arms and never really closed his eyes.

She doesn't mind, she really doesn't mind, even if he sleeps cruelly, even if he has a bad image, but as long as he is still him, she will always like it, just like now, knowing that he has another person in his heart, but she still involuntarily climbed into his bed.

There was a feeling that something bad had been done, but not so strongly.

In the dark night, she looked at his face, with long eyelashes, a high nose, and a beautifully shaped mouth. Everywhere and everywhere, she likes it to the core, but 419 is just 419 after all, and she will never reach the height of love.

"Mr. Song, after reflecting on it, I think what you said is very right, fortunately, I am also Miss Su Si, and I can't sell it so cheaply, so I planned to increase the price, this night, ten times, so you and I are clear, and I have leveled ............"

Writing and writing, Su Lian really couldn't write, so he threw down the pen in annoyance, nested the pieces of paper full of words, and threw them into the trash can with a bang.

Although, she is really not so noble and dignified, soft and elegant, but, to tell him so bluntly, she took advantage of his sympathy, and she can't pay the money, so is the meat compensated? Of course, maybe he won't have to look at this piece of paper tomorrow morning to guess her thoughts, but if he really wants to write it in black and white, she still feels shameless.

She has no face for a long time, since she was a child, because of this special physique, she has sat on 110, taken 120, and even rubbed 119, so she has done all the things that others can't think of, things that can't be done, and in the eyes of the Su family, she has no self-esteem at all.

In fact, she has always agreed with this statement, after being tortured for so many years, she seems to be less self-respecting, but the moment she met him, she suddenly became sober again. It's not that she doesn't have self-esteem, it's not that she doesn't have shame, it's just that in her world, except for his gaze, there is nothing that can move her, and nothing can make her heart.