Jing Qingran finally gasped for breath, and where he lowered her head and bitten, there was a pain that reached her heart, she gritted her teeth, let out a muffled snort, tears flowed from her eyes, and begged for mercy in pain: "Don't bite...... Pain ......" can't be said in a sentence, and words can't be in tune.

See, I won't let her go today.

Can't let this woman be a star! Just that, seeing the letters written to her by fans, she was so angry that she wanted to die, if she was really red through half the sky, so many men stared at her, would he feel better?

He has always liked her very much, and if other men look at her a little more, he will not be able to stand it, not to mention, she is an actor, a public lover, and the object of many men.

How can you stand it? His own woman is pointed to by the thoughts of so many men. How can I stand it?

"If you want to continue to be an actor, you can, but if you want to be popular, forget it!" He kissed her like crazy, and his hands lit fire on her one by one.

If she is really popular, so many fans revolve around her, can he stand it?

Jing Qingran's body had lost its control, completely pulled by him, and even the voice she made was controlled by this man.

I can't help myself, nothing more than this.

Somewhere in the body has long been unable to bear it.

Jing Qingran was firmly imprisoned under him, his body was like a puddle of mud, and he couldn't move, so he could only let this man do whatever he wanted.

The pain, the heart-rending pain spread from their union to the whole body, Jing Qingran screamed in pain, her teeth began to chatter, and she subconsciously wanted to bite something to stop the pain, his shoulder was close, and she bit her trembling teeth on his shoulder.

The man didn't pity her for this, but was more like punishing her, being angry with her, asking her over and over again, and the frequency of the rhythm became faster and faster.

The woman survived almost as if she were dead, crying and begging him to stop.

Seeing this woman's tears rippling, he was also a little unbearable, and his speed slowed down, but the two were still closely intertwined.

He was reluctant to leave her at all, she was his poison, more addictive than opium, and he couldn't quit at all.

The woman's mouth made a small sound, and the man fell on top of her, looked at her tear-stained face, and stretched out his tongue to lick the tears that fell for her, which were salty and faintly bitter.

The woman had no strength at all, and looked at the man's face with her eyes open.

The clothes on his body were quite well dressed, but Jing Qingran's clothes were completely stripped by him - this may be the difference between a gentleman and a rascal.

The two looked at each other, but they were speechless.

He asked for her because he was angry, and she was forced to accept joy because she couldn't push it off.

And in the end, when the two looked at each other, they had nothing to say.

Jing Qingran didn't know what to say to him, she knew that this person was her father-in-law, regardless of feudal superstition.

Looking at his face, the tear in the corner of his eye finally fell.

"Why didn't you push me away?" For a long time, the man who was lying on top of her asked lightly. If it had been before, this woman would have scolded him and told him to get out.

"Because, it's my honor that you like me." Jing Qingran replied. One lip was bitten heavily by the man before, and it was very red and swollen.

Yes, being liked by this man is Jing Qingran's greatest honor in this life, in his previous life, and perhaps in his life.

The man's eyes darkened, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

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