Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

The two are close to each other.

He seemed to be revenge for my provocative act just now, but his lower body was hot but he just dawdled between my legs and refused to enter.

The palm covered one side of my chest softly and gently squeezed, looking down at me who was a little confused and fascinated under him, the corners of his lips were slightly pulled, and he smiled evilly.

Then he lowered his head and slammed the other side of my chest into his mouth and bit it lightly.

I couldn't help but let out a tingling pain, "Ah."

There was a slight tingling pain followed by bursts of unbearable pain, and I unconsciously twisted my body to cater to it. "No face."

He buried his head in front of my chest, and muffled, "Huh?"

I couldn't stand being rubbed and rubbed by him, so I ignored my reserve and shyness at this moment, "Wrapped my legs around his waist to prevent him from retreating, "Wuyan, give it to me..."

Sometimes we can't figure out what we want, and all we do is because of something and someone at a certain moment.

That event and that person became the starting point of a certain stage of our life. Because of this starting point, we gradually moved forward on our own life path and drew a line.

We don't know where the end of this line leads, let alone what we will encounter on this line.

I just know I'm going to keep going.

The red candle night lights in the hall flicker on and off, reflecting all the light and shadow in the hall.

I got up lightly, stepped over the sleeping man beside the bed and got off the bed, went to the candle lamp and cut the wick with scissors.

The candle lights lit up a lot in an instant, and I turned around to go back to the bed.

I only turned my head to see him who was sleeping soundly, but now he was looking at me with his hands on his side.

"Why are you awake?"

But as soon as Fang asked, he remembered that he had always slept lightly, and he would wake up even if I turned over, let alone when I got off the bed like this.

At this time, he was only wearing a plain white jacket, the belt was left wide open, exposing his muscular chest, his long hair was untied and scattered beside the pillow, his eyes were so faint that he couldn't see why.

He didn't answer my question, but just waved to me.

When I returned to the bed, he moved in and hugged me to lie in front of him.

I looked at him who was still leaning on his side, and took a handful of his long hair and twisted it around my fingertips.

He casually put his hand on my waist and asked, "Why did you wake up?"

I shook my head, "It's just that I'm not as sleepy as before."

In the past, I could sleep half a day all day.But for some reason, in the past few months, when he got up in the morning, I would wake up and find it difficult to fall asleep. Even if I fell asleep at night, I would wake up suddenly in the middle of the night from time to time, but I was afraid of disturbing his rest, so I just opened my eyes. He stared at him for a long time.

I recalled that when I was a child, my mother was often like me now. Sometimes I slept with my mother. Whenever I woke up at night, I would see my mother sitting alone in front of the window with a cup, or holding hands under the lamp. Hold the scroll until dawn.

At that time, I was young and never had anything to do, so I didn't know why my mother had to share the state affairs for my uncle during the day, but couldn't sleep at night.

But now I somewhat understand that people who worry too much and have complicated thoughts will always find it difficult to fall asleep.

I casually pinched a bundle of my long hair, and slowly braided our two hairs together. A long black braid made it difficult to distinguish between you and me.

I showed him the braided braid.

He smiled slightly when he saw it, held my hand and held the braid that couldn't tell me from his, and bowed his head and kissed it. "You have me I have you."

I listened and nodded