All the excitement and throbbing, at this moment, were all drained from her bone marrow.

Suddenly she felt a little bored, suddenly she felt that her heart hurt a little and she couldn't breathe, and suddenly she felt that her whole body was stiff and couldn't move.

She stared at his confused face for a long time as if she had been pointed, and then her eyes moved slightly, and tears slowly flowed down from the corners of her eyes, down her cheeks, and into her ears.

Her fingers around his waist gradually faded, and little by little she slid onto the bed, grabbing the sheets hard.

She was just a little happy in her heart because of such intimate contact with him.

Even, even when he was making out with her, there was a moment, when she was sensible, she still quietly imagined that he would be with her because of this night......

It turned out to be just her whim......

He hadn't fully woken up yet, he was still immersed in his dreams, he just thought of her as the girl he liked......

She really wanted to open her mouth to wake him up, she wanted to push him away hard, and she wanted to pour a basin of cold water on his head, telling him that she was not Tingting, she was Song Qingchun......

But she felt like she was going to faint at any moment, and her body with a tight chest couldn't move, and she could only be angry in her heart.

Her heart was cold to the extreme, but he was still very enthusiastic.

Such a stark contrast made her tears flow even more fiercely, she subconsciously turned her head away, and avoided his gaze, she was afraid that she would cry, and bit her lower lip with all her might, until finally she tasted the strong smell of blood.

He didn't know when he ended, she only knew that the moment he was released in her body, she couldn't hold back, she sobbed quietly, just a moment, she reacted, and then before he didn't notice, she quickly turned around, faced him, and bit the quilt fiercely.

He seemed to be in a good mood, lying beside her, and gently embraced her into his arms, and his actions were like treating the most difficult treasure in the world.

His chest was warm and steady, but it made her heart twitch and the pain became worse and worse.

He put his head on top of her head, rubbed it greedily a few times, then lowered his head, kissed her hair, and brought it to her ear, as if whispering love words between lovers who love each other deeply, and said in a low voice: "Tingting, I love you." ”

I love you......

She never knew that such a beautiful three words would become the most hurtful weapon.

Song Qingchun buried his face in the quilt, his body curled up into the most insecure posture, and silent tears rained down.

Su Zhinian, who was holding her, was quiet for less than five minutes, and was about to move again.

His fingertips, with a hot temperature, touched her skin, leaving clusters of shivers.

Song Qingchun wanted to resist, but she couldn't use the slightest strength, her struggle was more like teasing to him, and in the end she was pressed under him again......

His movements became more and more urgent, and the pain in her heart was gradually suppressed by the sensual impulses.