Qiao Zhanbei hugged Ye Mian and went straight to the master bedroom, and he put her on the big bed.

As soon as Ye Mian lay down, the moment she saw the ancient chandelier above, her memory was about to flood back, and she blinked her eyelids vigorously.

At this time, a bewildering masculine aura came to his face.

"Well, I'll kiss lightly this time." The tip of Qiao Zhanbei's nose was against hers, and his thin lips were against her lips, and he said softly.

His tone was extremely gentle and demagogic, Ye Mian closed his eyes unconsciously, the man's hot breath sprayed on her face, she swallowed her saliva, but he didn't move.

Like a hungry cat, she wanted to eat, but she was hung with an appetite, frowning in annoyance and opening her eyes.

The man had a cold and ascetic face, but there was a strong desire in his dark eyes, she swallowed hard, and looked at him with a blurred gaze.

"Hmm......" his kiss finally fell.

Delicate and lingering, warm and humid, like a hot spring, slowly injected into her heart.

Ye Mian was lying in the crook of his arm and embrace, his eyes closed, feeling his delicate kiss to the extreme, his whole body was soft and full of security.

Gradually, she twisted her body, wanting more.

Qiao Zhanbei endured the desire that was about to explode in the depths of his body, and was extremely patient to please her, giving her the ultimate gentle caresse.

Watching her become flushed all over her body under her lips and tongue and big hands, her red lips biting her fingers, looking at him with blurred eyes, twisting her sexy water snake waist, and asking him for more "sugar" to eat.

Looking at her emotional appearance, the sweat from the corner of the man's forehead rolled down her cheeks, and he stretched out his long, muscular and sexy arms and touched the bedside table.

Remove a square package from the inside.

Ye Mian recognized it as a condom.

"Do you want to wear it?" His voice was rough and full of desire.

Ye Mian suddenly remembered the birth, and as soon as the thought came to mind, she immediately straightened up, buried her nose in the side of his neck, sucked the breath on his body, felt the reality of the moment, and suppressed the memory.

"Wear it." She said roughly.

Qiao Zhanbei couldn't wait to bite open the package, Ye Mian looked at this scene sideways, and was made tremble in the depths of her body by him, she couldn't help but say: "Hurry up and ......"

Her voice was full of lust, like melted chocolate, pulling out long strands.

Just when he felt like he was on the verge of exploding, he satisfied her.

Afterwards, he carried her to the bath, and he took care of her like a child, and she trusted him completely, and enjoyed his care, and had a faint feeling that they had done all these things before.

Especially, when he blows her hair, it feels too familiar.

"In the past, I used to help you blow your hair, and I love to see you look like you when you are wearing my white shirt......" Qiao Zhanbei said in a hoarse voice as he put it to her ear.

In the mirror, the woman is draped in long curly hair, and the man stands behind her, gently hugging her.

Ye Mian looked at this scene steadily, full of sweetness.

"Sleepy, go to sleep." She said lazily.

Qiao Zhanbei carried her back to the bedroom, and as soon as he lay down, Ye Mian fell into his arms like a cat, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, he stared at her face for a moment, and it was a long, long time before turning off the bedside lamp.

I don't remember any good memories about him, it doesn't matter, he can use it for the rest of his life, creating good memories little by little, and one day, he will dispel all those painful memories in her mind.

At dawn, it was as if the whole world was still asleep, silent.

The east gradually reveals the white of the fish's belly, and in the room, the appearance of furniture and decorations can be vaguely seen.

Ye Mian just opened her eyes and unconsciously looked at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a lamp that she was very familiar with.

She slowly turned her head to the face she hated to the bone!

This face is also her nightmare!

This scumbag has ruined her life for more than 20 years!

She's going to kill him!

A strong hatred overwhelmed her mind, Ye Mian sat up, took away the man's iron arm that was imprisoned around her waist, lifted the quilt, and crawled out of bed.

She got up with her hands on the ground, walked away briskly with her bare feet, held her breath as she went, and turned her head to look at the man on the bed, afraid that he would wake up.

Her heart was panicked and scared, and at the same time full of resentment.

After a round trip, she rushed to the chest of drawers, grasped the thin neck of the second-hand ceramic vase, and ran towards the bed.

The surname Joe, go die!

She gritted her teeth, and with all her strength, the vase in her hand slammed into the man's head.

"Bang-"

"Whew!"

The ceramic slammed into the hard skull with a dull sound, then shattered into many pieces.

Qiao Zhanbei was in pain and let out a low scream, he opened his eyes suddenly, his lips opened slightly because of the pain, and a distorted face broke into his sight.

The woman's long hair flew in the air, her eyes were fierce, her teeth were clenched, and she looked resentful.

He's awake!

Ye Mian was a little panicked, and hurriedly picked up a vase fragment, lifted the quilt, and stabbed it towards his body one by one, his right hand did not stop for a moment, and the movements were crazy and intense.

With a ruthless force that stabbed him to death!

The man's cold white body soon flowed out of red blood stains, tearing open one wound after another, and the pearl-white sheets were soon stained with scarlet blood.

Qiao Zhanbei curled up in pain, his deep black eyes looked at the woman who kept violently treating him in shock, his brain was buzzing, and he was dizzy and uncomfortable.

He shouted in a deep voice: "Ye Mian! ”