The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

She still shook her head, her eyes light and shallow, "I just... miss you."

César was taken aback, and then his whole body fell into ecstasy because of her words, and he didn't speak, because nothing he said could express his current mood.

He lowered his head and sealed her lips again, and the range of movements under his body gradually increased, the strength was ruthless and dense, and he didn't play other tricks, just like this continued to be rough and close to the original to grab her.

Soon Shenmu couldn't hold it anymore, half closed his eyes, and when he couldn't help it, he hummed, and wanted to beg him to be softer a few times, but he still held back the words.

With the sound of greed, she has less than two years left, even if she wants to, she can't afford to give him what he wants.

If she could satisfy him tonight, then she was willing to satisfy him.

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When Shenmu opened her eyes, it was already pitch black outside the window, she moved her body reluctantly, her face was wrinkled.

Her whole body was sore, she moved accidentally, and she didn't know which nerve was pulled, so she gasped in pain, "Hiss~"

My mind went blank, what happened?

There was a steady breath in her ear, she blinked her eyes, turned her head sideways, and by the moonlight, she could see his face clearly, he was so handsome that it was almost perfect, with sharp outlines, sharp edges and corners, her eyes were tightly closed, the only imperfection It's a frown.

She bowed her head, one arm wrapped around her waist tightly, and firmly locked her in his arms, so even when she was asleep, most of her body was held by him.

It was afternoon when she was brought in yesterday. Now, she looked at the sky outside and sighed in her heart for a while, lying beside him like this, quietly looking at his sleeping face.

She was very confused and didn't know what to do next.

Biting her lip, she still gently opened his arm, trying to get out of his arms, but her hand just took his arm away, and before she could turn over and get out of bed, he immediately seemed to be extremely sensitive Feeling it, the body moved towards her, most of the body was directly pressed on her body, heavy and trapped her.

Shenmu was taken aback, afraid that he would be woken up by her at this time.

"Mumu," a murmured voice sounded in the darkness, his arms hugged her even tighter, Shenmu held his breath.

After waiting for a long time, there was no other movement. It was probably just a dream.

Her heart was sore and soft, but she was still cautious in the end, and it took about 20 minutes to crawl out of his arms.

She didn't wear shoes either, and she stepped on the ground with bare feet. She stood in front of the bed, the curtains were not drawn, the moonlight was very good tonight, and the silver light came in from the outside. She could almost see everything in the room clearly.

Perhaps sensing that she was gone, César's brows frowned even tighter.

Shenmu stepped on the ground with her bare feet, walked around the end of the bed, walked to the side where he was sleeping, lowered her head, stared at his face, she didn't know how long she stood, and leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips.

I'm sorry, I can't stay by your side like this, because even if I stay, there will be a day when I leave sooner or later, the same pain, I have no reason for you to suffer twice.

Reluctantly looking at him for the last time, Shenmu picked up her shoes from the ground, then lowered her head to prepare her clothes, and then she went out as she came here.

Then she was dazed, she was wearing the shirt that she had casually put on herself when she just got out of bed, it was César's shirt.

She came here wearing a skirt, and he had already torn her skirt into strips, so it would definitely not work to wear it again.

But what did she wear to leave? !

Shenmu suddenly felt crazy, and walked around the bedroom with her bare feet, but she didn't find any clothes that could let her go out.

Even at night, she can't be naked, it's too eye-catching to go out in a man's shirt.

She had no choice but to put on his shirt first, but he would definitely notice it if she wore it away. Biting her lip, she walked to the closet and carefully opened the closet, just in time to see a row of men's shirts , neatly hung on the hanger.

All the colors looked similar. She took out a white one, then took off the one on her body and threw it beside the bed, and then put on the one she just took out.

"Mumu," she was buttoning up the buttons when she heard the man on the bed shout again, although she was confused, it sounded again, "Mumu,"

She panicked, this man must be sharp, he will wake up at any moment, carrying the shoes, and then spotted the red rags on the ground with sharp eyes, she quickly picked them up, and then ran from the bedroom as if fleeing.

Before César opened his eyes, he touched his side subconsciously. When he was empty, he suddenly woke up and sat up abruptly.

There was no one around him, and in the faint moonlight, his face was gloomy and ugly, and he turned on the bedside lamp at any time.

In the huge bedroom, he was still alone, with downcast eyes and a wry smile on his lips, as expected he was just dreaming.

It's just that such a dream was so real, so real that he thought he would never wake up again. He glanced at the mess on the bed, which was as messy as a battlefield.Even a dream can be so intense.

Unintentionally going back to sleep, he casually picked up the shirt on one side and put it on, buttoned a few buttons indiscriminately, letting the clothes on his body be loose, revealing his strong chest.

His heart was empty, empty and scared, as if someone had completely emptied something from his heart.

Living alone for so long, the scariest thing is not thinking about her, nor thinking that she can't see her, the scariest thing is dreaming about her every night, and when I wake up, I can only see a room of cold darkness. All he heard was his own breathing.

For example, now, César walks from the bedroom to the living room, and then sits on the sofa, without even turning on the light in the living room, and the only light is the moonlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I lit a cigarette, and the dots of fireworks flickered on and off in the darkness, and the lingering smoke could be vaguely seen.

Shenmu almost bit her lips, she looked at the man sitting on the sofa, because of the angle and light problem, she could only see his side face, and the deep loneliness and loneliness lined by the smoke .

These two things seemed to have been carved into his bones, and it hurt her to see them.

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