Concubine's Pond

Huangfu Ye's ferocious striking action suddenly froze!

The blood-like cold eyes looked at the person lying under him hesitantly—Luo Ran lay there motionless like a rag doll, his face pale, letting him wreak havoc, his soul seemed to have already left his body Same, like a puppet.

The empty, dead, lifeless indifferent black pupils, the crystal teardrops oozing from the corners of his eyes pierced into his eyelids fiercely like a knife blade, causing his pupils to contract uncontrollably as if in pain!

The destructive rage in his chest was instantly like a bucket of cold water being poured on his head, and there was nothing left.

Huangfu Ye could even feel that her body was gradually getting colder, it was as cold as an ice cube, it made his heart startled, his heart twitched violently, a strong sense of distress, uneasiness, and guilt Feelings come surging.

Damn, he was too much...

Annoyed, he reached out and scratched the sweaty hair on his forehead, and Huangfu Ye closed his eyes weakly, trying to get rid of the fierceness in his eyes.

It seems that after meeting her, the self-control he is so proud of often loses control...

After a faint sigh, he clenched his jaw, gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to gallop wildly inside her, let go of her slender waist, covered her cold fingers with a pair of hot and beautiful hands, and firmly grasped—— —It's fingers clasped together!

Slowly lowering his head, his taut, flushed handsome face covered with thin sweat pressed against her cold, tear-wet cheek with a touch of tender heartache that he himself didn't realize.

Tonight is her wedding night with him...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He said hoarsely, trying to pass his body heat to her to regain her sanity, and to respond.

"..." Luo Ran's expression was numb, his black pupils were still hollow and loose, and the corners of his eyes were numb with crystal tears constantly oozing out, as if he couldn't hear him.

For a moment, Huangfu Ye felt that he had committed a heinous crime!

And her continuously dropping body temperature made him even more frightened and uneasy.

"But...are you cold?"

He asked in a low voice, but got no response from her.

It was as if she had died, leaving only her body lying under him.

Forbearingly pursed his thin lips, his eyes were full of repressed desire|Nian Chihong, Huangfu Ye gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead and neck bulged, he used all his self-control to restrain his desire that was on the verge of losing control |Looking, the thin lips moved lightly, and gently kissed Luo Ran's thick black eyelashes stained with crystal tears——

"It's cold, just hold me tight, then."

He murmured softly, containing a gentleness like poison, and his thin lips were hot with an indescribable and unconscious...love!