The poison king grabbed the woman and looked at it again, and then said, "I don't understand something, can you explain it to me?" ”

Knowing that she wouldn't explain it to him, the Poison King still asked, he had to take possession of everything this woman had more fully.

Her body, her mind, her gaze, all she had could only be his.

The Poison King sneered and said, "Shang Xufeng has always shown that he doesn't mean anything to you, how can he find a woman with eyes so similar to yours?" ”

The woman still didn't speak, her face didn't change, her eyes didn't change, everything she showed was so indifferent, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

"Jiang Xiaomeng...... "The Poison King reached out and pinched her chin and forcibly raised her head, "I don't understand this matter, I want to hear you tell me." ”

His purpose was not to hear her tell him what the reason was, but to tell her that she was his woman, and Shang Xufeng also had his own woman.

Regardless of whether Shang Xufeng is interesting to her or not, it is impossible for her and him to be together, and this woman can only belong to him in this life.

"At this time, are you secretly having fun in your heart?" The Poison King changed his hand and grabbed Jiang Xiaomeng's neck, looking directly at her with a cold gaze, "You must be thinking that Shang Xufeng must be looking for a woman who looks so much like yours because he can't forget you." ”

Jiang Xiaomeng was still silent, no matter how physically tortured she was, she didn't show a painful look on her face, as if she was a person who didn't feel pain at all.

Once again, she ignored her so completely, and then thought of another man in her heart, the strength of the poison king's hand gradually increased, pinching her so that she couldn't breathe fresh air, and her face was slowly turning purple.

Even if he had threatened her life, everyone should have struggled instinctively, but Jiang Xiaomeng still didn't move, and seemed to have the heart to die at any time.

Seeing her purple face, the poison king instantly withdrew his hand, he wanted to get this woman's heart, and he would never let her die.

He picked her up and hurried upstairs to the room, where he threw her on the big bed.

After two strokes, he took off his clothes, stepped onto the bed in two steps, and turned her over and lay on the bed. It was only by taking possession of her body by this most direct method that he could prove that the woman belonged to hers.

Every time he did this, he was always rude, never taking into account her feelings, never seeing if she was comfortable with him, just crashing into her body and acting brutally.

All the while, he took the position of having her back to him. He didn't want to see her expressionless face, as long as he could feel the fit of the two people's bodies.

Because he didn't want to see the face, he never saw the sadness in her eyes when he treated her like this, nor did he see the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes.

As she endured his attack, she buried her head under the covers, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain. Although his body was tortured by him, it was far less painful than the pain of his heart.

The tear she shed slipped down the quilt and was quickly digested, and no one could see the traces it left without looking closely.

He said he loved her every day, but he never understood her, he didn't look at her with his heart, it wasn't love at all, it was just his domineering possessiveness.

Jiang Xiaomeng closed her eyes, her heart had already died when he treated her like this for the first time, so she couldn't feel pain anymore.