Chapter 112: Love You To Kill You 2

She suddenly rolled over, and he was startled.

She didn't look at him, and went straight to pour a glass of cold water and drank it. It is estimated that the instant noodles he cooked were too salty, and she was so thirsty that she couldn't stand it.

After drinking the water, she put down the cup and walked back, under the dim light, Yi Xiangxi's gaze fell on her lap, and the bathrobe was spread out, looming......

It's too familiar, it's too unfamiliar, it's silky smooth and beautiful touch, a hint of silk, refreshing.

Just as she passed by him, he couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly stretched out his big hand and hugged her from behind, her wide nightgown was gently pulled away by him, and the newly bathed body was so clean and fragrant that he lost all his senses...... She shrank slightly, but she couldn't match his powerful embrace, and the whole person was quickly occupied by him.

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

His burning breath was hot in her ears and on her neck...... It's like someone lit a fire, and the blood scorched so much that the whole room was about to boil......

She tried to push him, but in vain. So, she didn't continue to struggle, unusually tame.

She knew that it was useless to resist - Yi Xiangxi came to deliver a check today, saying that he was getting married, which meant that he would take advantage of her Qiao Wheat for the last time before the wedding!

After completely ruining her, he was still unwilling, so he threw down a check, like paying for something, not playing for nothing.

Even if it is the last time, he has to chase it to make enough money.

But today she is not ready to rebel -

The big hot hands seemed to be disgusted with the bathrobe, and when they scooped it up, her entire back was completely exposed in front of his eyes.

Perhaps it was a slight cold wind that trembled the tiny particles all over her body—and when his large hand touched it, it was even more excited and exciting—more terrifying than the first clumsy night......

He didn't know why, there was a sudden buzz in his head, and the next moment, he had completely entered the ......

It is a natural hot spring......

He hugged her tightly, suffocating for a moment, and the sweat rolled down his forehead in large gulps - so comfortable that he almost crushed his teeth.

God knows, he's here for this moment.

Dream, night after night.

Soon he was beginning to play the kind of joyful exercise he had ever known and loved...... In this hot spring-like fairy mirror, in the field he is most familiar with, unscrupulous, galloping, like a skilled hunter, running wildly on the grassland......

It was a release of energy, a concentrated outburst of restlessness these days, and a breakthrough he finally found - why did I succeed in taking revenge, but I didn't feel joy and happiness at all??

It turned out that it was because of the loss of such joy -

lost the familiar and strange joy he had enjoyed for two months-

Now, all that joy is back.

In his frenzy, he suddenly picked her up.

It was a great difficulty—he picked her up, still maintaining the most intimate connection between the two men, and as he went, he took her lightly and clumsily, with great strength......

For a moment, her body shook violently, almost falling, before he gently placed her on the bed.

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

He called her for no reason.