Throwing Down Honey Peach: The President's Favorite

Fear wrapped around her neck like a ghost from hell, suffocating her. When the big hand came to her chest along her trembling skin, Mo Yiyi's breathing became more rapid, and she resisted fiercely, but it was futile. Looking at him in despair and horror, he shook his head. /

Li Jueyin's dark brown eyes were completely blinded by desire. He gently caressed Mo Yiyi's skin with his fingertips, slowly climbed up, and then landed on the lock of the clothes, unbuttoned, and pulled.

"No..." Mo Yiyi suddenly opened her eyes wide. In her scream of despair, he tore off the tear clothes and threw them under the bed. Her upper body had no shelter, like a ceramic doll. The crystal-clear body imprinted on his eyelids.

Fear, hatred, sadness, despair, unwillingness...they all climbed into Mo Yiyi's heart, and she shouted in hatred, tears streaming down, "I hate you...I hate you...Li Jueyin, I hate you ...I will not forgive you..."

Hearing her heart-wrenching words, Li Jueyin felt a pain in his heart, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He bowed his head and swallowed all her hate and anger into his lips. The desire came fiercely and strongly, and he could no longer suppress it. Her pupils gradually became confused, and her big hands wandered and explored her trembling body.

In the gradually thinning air in the bedroom, the bodies of the two were stuck together tightly without a single gap. Drops of sweat appeared on Li Jueyin's face. The burning fire in his body had made him unable to be satisfied with the status quo. Leaving her lips, it moved down inch by inch, slid across her perfectly slender neck, and moved down.

When his big hand slid across her lower abdomen, and then moved down, Mo Yiyi's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and the sternness reached the depths of one's heart.

Mo Yiyi had no more resistance, and looked numbly and emptily at this familiar yet unfamiliar man, lying on the dry land like a fish waiting to die, ready to be slaughtered...

Seeing Mo Yiyi's completely desperate expression, Li Jueyin's heart was tearing with pain, but at this moment, he could not let go, because he knew that even if he let go, he would not be able to go back, but would make him He lost his chance to have her.

I'm sorry, Momo, even if you hate me, I can't let you go today.

Mo Yiyi stared blankly at the ceiling...

The soul gradually flew away, Mo Yiyi would rather believe that everything at this moment is illusory and unreal, she would rather believe that this moment is just a nightmare she had, and when she wakes up, everything can be restored to the original, and then, Silver is still The gentle and kind Yin who didn't kill her best friend, didn't hug her by force.

However, all of this was not a dream. When his hardness was pressed against her, the sadness between illusion and reality, despair and hope made her eyes blurred. She really wanted to wake up at this moment.

"Ah!!!!!! It hurts..."

Can't go back anymore?Is there no going back?

The tearing scream came from Mo Yiyi's lower body accompanied by severe pain. She tightly grasped the bed sheet under her body, and a mournful whine came from deep in her throat, symbolizing that the membrane of purity and moral bottom line was shattered , as if those sweet, warm, and happy images from the past were shattered before her eyes, hurting her eyes.

The bright red blood dripped from between her white jade-like legs, and then, the blood color permeated the surroundings, and Mo Yiyi's eyes were only pierced with a blood-red hole, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

It turns out that this is the taste of despair.