A frenzied kiss swept through everything in Shi Miao's mouth.

Her breathing was as thick as a layer of dense fog that could not be peeled off, and she couldn't help but grasp the collar of the person on her body, like a drowning person seeking help from driftwood.

The curtains in the rest room were drawn, and the bedside lamp was turned on, which was a warm yellow color.

As soon as he put her down, he covered her, and ripped off her clothes like a hairy child, and he didn't care if any buttons fell or were torn in the middle, and when Yu Shimiao tried to get up, he pressed her down directly, opened his mouth and bit her shoulder.

The original emaciated body with only bones has been recuperated during this time, and the white skin is clear and moist every day under his eyes, and sometimes he doubts that he is either sick or crazy if he holds it any longer.

Now just under his snort, he is like a vampire who has not seen blood for a long time, biting and refusing to let go.

Her muffled grunt voice was more like encouragement, and after Rong collected the tips of his teeth, he kissed softly, and then his eyes fell on her chest again.

- There was a scar on it.

Of course he remembered, it was the wound she had suffered for him.

The bullet pierced through, and she didn't hesitate at that time.

Thinking about it, Rong Ji's eyes couldn't help but darken a little, and then reverently, he landed his kiss on it.

Then, he raised his hand to brush away the sweat-soaked hair on her forehead, looked into her somewhat misty eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Is that okay?" ”

Shi Miao was speechless.

It seemed that there was no need to ask, but at this time, Rong Ji just wanted an answer, so he kept asking her, "Is it okay, San'er?" ”

Shi Miao finally regained a little sense, opened his eyes and looked at him, and nodded slowly.

With a slight movement, like the dawn of dawn, Rong Ji couldn't help laughing, the corners of his mouth rose, and the smile was transmitted to his eyes.

Then, he lowered his head and kissed her, swallowing her instant exclamation directly into his belly.

Breaths exchanged, hair strands entangled, and between the blurry dream and reality, Shi Miao heard his clear voice.

He said, "San'er, I love you." ”

……

Shi Miao had that dream again.

Exactly the same dream as last night.

She dreamed that she was in a dimly and gloomy room, and someone was talking to her all the time.

He asked her who the person she loved was.

She replied, "Rong Ji." ”

As she answered, the voice fell in extreme physical pain, and the electricity passed through her arm to her brain, and then soaked her blood.

Then the man told her that she couldn't love Rong Ji.

He's a monster with no humanity.

All he had to do was drag her into the abyss.

He killed her child.

The voices kept echoing in her ears, and she covered her ears hard to avoid them, but she did see them.

- In the heavy rain, she stood in the heavy rain covered in blood, her hands clutching the clothes under her body, trying to grab something, but in the end she could only lie on the hospital bed, watching them take out the child that had formed in her belly.

She cried hoarsely, and despair surrounded her like an inescapable swamp.

Shi Miao opened his eyes suddenly!

Her forehead and back were covered with cold sweat, and her hands clutched the pillow tightly, panting heavily, as if she had escaped death.

The curtains in the lounge were still closed, and a soft voice came from outside the door.

- This is in Rongji's office.

Everything just now was just a dream.

Not really, it won't be true.

Shi Miao told herself, but those broken pictures kept coming up, and she couldn't help but cover her head and snort in pain.