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Chapter 447: Courtship in the Burial Chamber (5)

Her whole body was in a state of softness, he withdrew from her mouth a little confused, supported the ground with one hand, skillfully unbuttoned her shirt with the other hand, slowly possessed and gently invaded her delicate neck, the fangs were elongated, just pierced into the skin a little bit, the blood just gushed out a little bit, Patrick just tasted the taste of her blood, which made his whole body excited, if Mo Luo sucked a little more of his blood, blood fusion is the purest fusion of blood, Patrick was just about to make the next move, I heard a low voice coming from her mouth, "Larry...... I'm sorry. ”

Patrick was suddenly very angry and furious, what kind of trick was this woman playing! The emotions that had just been ignited were suddenly extinguished by these words, and only sporadic flames remained.

The palms of her hands lit up flames, illuminating her face, her eyes were closed, the corners of her eyes were stained with tears, her brows were furrowed tightly, and her hands were clutching the corners of her clothes, as if she was enduring some cruel punishment.

Is it painful for you to be with me? You feel so sorry for him? Am I really nothing in your heart?

"You stupid woman!" He roared in a low voice, but felt distressed for no reason.

She didn't react, stayed still, and even muttered something that Patrick didn't hear.

Only then did he react, was she asleep?

So what you just said was all a dream?

Larry, is the abbreviation of Lorenzo, it turns out that you call him that, not a cold adult.

The corners of his mouth were mocking and bitter, not only mocking himself but also mocking her, what kind of woman could she sleep in such a situation?

Being with herself is so sorry for Lorenzo that she has to be sorry in her dreams? Is the one in her dream different from herself? What Lorenzo brought her, she just remembered.

The guilt in his heart came up for no reason, like a bad guy or a third party who beat a mandarin duck? He felt a pang of irritability. Looking down and seeing her half-open shirt, he unbuttoned a few buttons by himself, and even roughly pulled off the first button, leaving a trace on her smooth body before it could dissipate, his guilt came up again, after all, she was only thirty years old, and if she had children, she might be older than her, and a word popped up in her heart called forcing * young girls, and the guilt in her heart deepened again.

Phew, what kind of young girl is this, which young girl is so strong, more manly than a man? Patrick shook his head, trying to shake the guilt out, but in vain.

Xu is really tired and ruthless, she hasn't woken up, when she obediently falls asleep quietly, she is more protective than when she wakes up, compared to the kind of ghost that is strong and invincible when she wakes up, as if she can do anything, and now she looks more like what a girl in her thirties should look like.

After staring at her for a long time, he finally couldn't help but button her shirt, but she grabbed her wrist tightly, and her voice was low with grievances, "Lorenzo...... I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't want to lie to you......"

He shook his hand violently, and his heart was angry, and the little sporadic flame died down, and he secretly scolded himself for being useless.