"Ming...... Ming ...... "Under this bewildering voice and scorching heat, she couldn't refuse anything to him. Hua Wuying called his name intermittently, and the arms around his waist were tightened, as if he didn't want to let go of him in this life, and imprinted him deeply in his heart......

The messy hair was dyed with thin sweat, the fine sweat on the nose was gently licked away by the warm tongue, and there was a thirst that she had never felt before, so that Hua Wuying couldn't help responding, and in her eyes, except for the handsome and demonic face, there was no room for anything else at the moment.

Leng Jiuming's frowning eyebrows had beads of sweat slipping down, and the long hair like ink fell down, sticking to the neck of Hua Wuying, and with the shaking of a piece of black hair, the spots left on the slender and white neck could be faintly seen crimson.

The chains that still bound the flowers slammed with their movements, and the cold clashing of metal was mixed with another kind of stirring heat. Hugging tightly, the hair strands intertwined, the constant plundering and encroachment, until the deepest demand, both of them felt that their ears were buzzing, and the heartbeats overlapped together like drums were constantly restless, and they could no longer tell whether it was their own or the other's.

The powerful heart beat violently in the greasy sound that made people's faces red, as if it was about to jump out of the chest, and the charm of a room isolated everything, as if this was not a prison cell, not Jiang Wanmei's Water Moon Palace, and there was no bloody mess in the place after the killing.

The staggered gasps and moans were accompanied by the metal impact of the iron chains, and no one knew how it stopped in the end, and the intense love and resentment made the two people immersed in it lose their perception of the passage of time, and also lost their perception of everything around them.

Waiting for Hua Wuying's hand to come out of the shackles, the sweat on the two of them had wet their hair and underwear, and the physical discomfort after the pleasure made Hua Wuying wake up from it, none of them knew that in this enemy's prison cell, starting from a killing and dispute, why it finally evolved to this, as if there were not too many memories of the past, the only thing that I remember is the encroachment and pandering again and again, as well as the whispers in the ears and the infinitely rising heat on the body.

......

Hua Wuying was lying on the bed, and after bathing, she felt much better, and the injuries left by Jiang Wanmei's whipping were also treated by Leng Jiuming.

Her internal strength and spiritual power have recovered at some point, they have eaten some things, they are all prepared by Leng Jiuming, at this time they seem to be in a certain bedroom in the Water Moon Palace, Jiang Wanmei's subordinates have already disappeared, and they may have been easily cleaned up when Leng Jiuming went to look for food and medicine again.

"Do you feel better?" Leng Jiuming sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to stroke her long hair that was still dripping with water after bathing, and gently placed it in the palm of her hand to dry her with internal force.

Hua Wuying looked at the wounds on her body that had been medicated, and the wounds that had washed away the blood turned out some red flesh, but the whip marks left by Jiang Wanmei had gradually dissipated a lot as soon as they were medicated.

Hua Wuying narrowed her eyes slightly, she didn't answer, she didn't know what to say, and she didn't expect that she would take the initiative to do such a thing to Leng Jiuming in the enemy's prison cell, in the blur of flesh and blood all over the ground, when the power of the pleasure wine had been removed.

Although she truly loved him, and she received a satisfactory answer from his mouth that he loved her, it was more or less ridiculous to do such a thing on such an occasion.

"I'm fine. Hua Wuying took his long half-dried hair from Leng Jiuming's palm, and after taking a deep look at him, he closed his eyes slightly, "Yan Nanfei didn't die, and I never loved him, the reason why I said this in Nanwushan that day......"

So far, she doesn't want any more estrangement between her and Leng Jiuming, some people, some love, get it, and they will never let go.

Hua Wuying finished telling what had happened, only hearing a few chuckles from Leng Jiuming, and then being hugged into his warm and cold arms, "I believe you this time." ”

After Leng Jiuming finished speaking, his voice was cold, and he said: "There is no need to mention the previous matter, but you remember, no matter what, I will not allow you to hurt yourself again!"

"But you should also know, so do I, how can I see you let that madman Wu Kaiyuan manipulate in order to save me!" Hua Wuying suddenly pushed Leng Jiuming away, thinking of Wu Kaiyuan, the hatred in her heart was always hard to eliminate, and it was really too cheap for him to fall off the cliff and die.

Hua Wuying was angry, but Leng Jiuming was still calm, as if what she said, the torture he had experienced was just a dream worth mentioning, he calmly took her again, "As long as you take care of yourself, there will be no next time." ”

Hua Wuying looked suspiciously into his azure blue eyes, the calmer he appeared, the more uneasy Hua Wuying became, and looked away at him for a moment, and finally rested on the wound on his left wrist.

She took his hand and stroked the wound that had been bandaged, and before Hua Wuying could speak, Leng Jiuming withdrew her hand without a trace, and her slender and powerful palm patted her shoulder gently, "Don't think about it, take a good rest and we'll leave here." ”

"Good. The words that came to his lips were finally swallowed by Hua Wuying, and she only said one word as he wished. Then he closed his eyes and lay back on the bed, and let out a sigh softly.

The two of them didn't talk anymore, Leng Jiuming covered Hua Wuying with a thin quilt, there were many marks on her body, in addition to the lock marks on her hands and feet, and the whip marks left by Jiang Wanmei on her body, there was also the crimson he left on her when he was in love.

couldn't help but reach out and gently tudle between her hair, Leng Jiuming leaned over and kissed Hua Wuying's forehead, like a soft petal falling gently, a touch is parting, Hua Wuying doesn't need to look at it to know, the person who has always been cold and arrogant in front of people, indifferent and calm, now looks a little tired.

She wanted to reach out and hold him, but he had already left from the bedside, and on the bed behind him, Hua Wuying opened his eyes and watched his back leave, and his gaze did not retract for a long time.

Falling asleep because of exhaustion, Hua Wuying seemed to feel the heat around her half-asleep, a warm chest with a faint coldness, a familiar touch, and a gentle lip flap fell on her shoulder, from the side of her neck down...... Leng Jiuming was kissing her.

Hua Wuying may have really fallen asleep, or thought it was in a dream, she didn't open her eyes, let the familiar warm touch hit, the soft wetness from the root of her ears to her chest, gently licking and touching on the original crimson marks, no kiss hurt her, and she didn't want to wake her up, just so lightly touched.

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