Chapter 125: Blood Splattered Wedding Night 5

I don't know why.

Maybe it was the lovely face that was more delicate than the rose, maybe it was the familiar smell of her—the smell of him imprinted on her—his sense of smell was surprisingly sensitive at this moment, it was the residual smell of male and female love, for a long time, so ambiguous, so seductive, so seductive, so lingering, from her beautiful dress, from her black hair, from her fair skin, from her whole body, slowly, slowly, slowly......

Like the pain he felt when he woke up this morning......

On his wedding day, he was so irritated by the smell of another woman that he couldn't move his feet......

It's like a traveler who has been walking in the desert for a long time, and finally found the water source!!

His hunger and thirst will finally be relieved.

The mobile phone rang non-stop, Song Weichao's, the driver's, Bingbing's...... He turned a deaf ear and felt that it was in the way, so he simply turned off the phone......

Qiao Wheat's face was in the flowers, and he kept looking at him fixedly.

His heart suddenly bloomed—oh, lo and behold, the eyes of the wheat were full of affection and affection, like a young girl looking at her dream lover......

Wheat, it turns out that you actually love me!

Did you fall in love without realizing it?

Unconsciously, in the joy of each other, in every night of affection, after experiencing such a tacit unity between the sexes...... Is it from the body to the mind, from the emotion to the reason...... You can't live without me anymore??

Except for me, how can a man in this world bring you so much pleasure?

Where else in the world would anyone else in the world who would really care about you but me?

He hugged her, tightly, tightly.

Her flowers and trees were crooked to the side.

Without thinking, he kissed her on the lips -- oh, finally, finally—how sweet!!

Her mouth was a nice fragrant, clean smell - her lips were as soft as flower petals......

He drove straight into this confusion, and the tip of his tongue was almost deeply, deeply involved in her soul, dripping and greedily grabbing the fragrant honey from her mouth...... And she, and the cute sweet red lips, she also responded, tiptoeing, cat-like, so cute, with him, Cheng Huan, welcome, just like she is also full of acacia to the bone......

But that's not enough!

Of course it's not enough, he wants much more than that.

He had been tormented by pain for so long this morning! What he needed was immediate release, right away—for she had been sent to him by miraculous providence—and in that case, what were he waiting for???

His big hand rubbed down-down-down-

To her soft waist, plump, weak and weak.

He raised his hand and hugged her as if he were going to pick her up and walk into the house......

"Wheat...... Wheat ......"

The rose fell to the ground, and his voice was swallowed.

She was incredibly fast, it was a knife, not the fruit knife she used to hide by the toilet. Fruit knives, while ornate, are not practical. Not as good as this clumsy and ugly broadsword.

The blade was extremely sharp, I don't know how long it had been sharpened, the moment the rose was pushed away, the moment his whole person was intoxicated with a passionate kiss...... She had already slashed through it with all her might......