Leng Yuchen's ink hair was like a waterfall, wet and sprinkled behind him, his sturdy body exuded an attractive wheat-colored luster in the hazy white mist, and the blood on his shoulders had been washed clean by water, leaving only two rows of neat, small and extremely deep tooth marks.

He bowed his head slightly, his handsome face showed a little confusion and pain, and his eyes were full of pity and reluctance for her, and guilt and distress that could not be concealed.

He stared at the woman crying in his arms, and the pair of watery phoenix eyes were full of grievances and stubbornness, which made his heart hurt fiercely.

He couldn't imagine that he had become like this today, and if one day, the spell had occurred, what he would do to her.

How so? Obviously he had suppressed it, why did it suddenly invade his mind?

"Qingqing, I'm sorry." Leng Yuchen paused word by word, and said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, a strange emotion suddenly arose in his heart, which soon climbed to his heart and wrapped it tightly, making his hands tremble slightly.

He suddenly took her into his arms and hugged her fiercely, as if trying to rub her into his chest. Skin-to-skin, he used her soft and warm body to remind himself that she was still alive, still in his arms, and had not left him.

That strange emotion, which had been forgotten for a long time, seeped out bit by bit, seeping faster and faster, accumulating more and more, and in a short time, it occupied his whole mind, so that he did not know what to do except hug her tightly.

Su Yuqing was already stunned, before, he was so rude and treated her like a maid, but at this moment, he made such a pitying and reluctant look. Thinking of his strange appearance over this period of time, she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" When she was almost out of breath, Su Yuqing gritted her teeth and endured the pain all over her body, and asked softly.

Leng Yuchen was stunned, but he didn't know how to mention it. What if you tell her? If you don't attack, it's just that, and once you do, the catalytic speed of the spell will only get faster and faster. If he didn't break the spell, one day, he would hurt her to the ground.

Su Yuqing waited for a long time and didn't wait for an answer, she couldn't help frowning slightly, and said lightly: "Let go of me." ”

She felt his stiffness for a moment, but instead of letting go, she hugged her even tighter.

The flowers that have just experienced the storm are already weak, where can they withstand such strength?

"If you want to kill me, a sword is enough, do you have to hurt me to death like this?" Su Yuqing was so angry that he couldn't bear it, because he thought that his behavior had been abnormal in the past few days, and his emotions of concern had taken over, and he forcibly suppressed the grievances and resentments in his heart.

Leng Yuchen hurriedly loosened his strength, thinking that she had been in pain to inhale before, and knew that she had really hurt her this time.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly checked her body up and down.

On the white skin like jade, patches of red marks and fine tooth marks were intertwined, and none of them were intact. Even in the dim moonlight, you can still see the bruises in some places, which is frightening, and the delicate stamens are even higher and swollen, and even turned out.

She lay defenseless in his arms, let him check inch by inch, even if she had already had pleasure with him, she couldn't suppress her shyness, and hurriedly reached out to cover his eyes: "Don't look at it!" ”

"Qingqing, I'm ......" Leng Yuchen grabbed her little hand and cherished it in her hand, not knowing what to say for a while.

Su Yuqing sighed and said softly, "What were you afraid of just now?" ”

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It's really helpless, due to the restrictions of the website, today's day, typed out and became an asterisk, so after that, all changed to days. Although it is a more modern term, everyone thinks of it as "day".