After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Yan Ge stared at him: "I want to go back to school."

"Today weekend." He ignored her little fist that struck his chest, sneered, and said, "Isn't you too full and want to exercise? I help you."

She heard that her face was instantly flushed, and her eyes stared at him more and more angry: "You, you can't treat me like this, this kind of thing is what you want, I don't want to, I don't want to do anything at this time. "

She struggled so hard that he kicked the door open and threw her on the sofa. He didn't wait for her to get up and pressed her up. She grabbed her **** wrist with one hand and pulled her up, following her previous method, pressing her fingers on Her wound: "Want to do this? I'll help you, I have more strength than you."

Her aching body was trembling, her face was paler, but her lips were clenched tightly, and her chin was slightly raised, staring at him stubbornly, without any intention to cry or to beg for explanation, even to show weakness. There was no crying.

When he saw her like this, his heart was even more angry, and he was almost angry. "Why, do you enjoy yourself? I didn't expect you to be an m. Since you like to be abused, you already said that I can fully satisfy you. . "

He stretched out her hand and tore her skirt without any prelude. Her painful body tightened instantly, and he himself felt like a torn skin.

However, when she saw her head slightly, and her tight lips didn't seem to ask for mercy, his pain was replaced by anger, and she let go of her wrist. He squeezed her chin so that she only To meet his gaze, he smiled at her, wicked and ridiculed: "What? Didn't meet your requirements? You can't do it, like to see blood?"

He stomped her leg: "Please, please, I'll see some blood for you."

But her lips were clenched tightly, tears swirled in her eyes, but she did not ask for mercy at all.

How could she be so stubborn?

Obviously yesterday was a smart little girl.

His anger raged, and he didn't know why. After seeing her like this, he gradually disappeared.

He took her body and held her tightly in his arms.

He kissed her eyebrows, kissed her body, in order to please, even her flower heart, he tasted it carefully.

"Mian Mian, Mian Mian ..."

His voice was hoarse: "If you want, just call my second uncle."

She was shuddering, and the temperature all over him was so high that her skin was pink and red with white greasy skin, which looked good, especially her face, which was bright and red, and angry.

He pried open her lips and brushed the tip of her tongue over her teeth: "Walk, talk."

Although her eyelashes were fluttering, her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were still tight, and she didn't mean to speak.

This little girl stubbornly made him wonder what to say.

Later, she didn't let her face fall into a drowsiness, tears still hung in the corner of her eyes, her lips were tightly lined, but even so, her eyes closed, her face stubborn and determined.

He held her in his arms and didn't move for a long time.

Why is there such a difficult flower, he used his martial arts like eighteen, how can she not even give him a little reaction.

There was a first aid box in the drawer, and he helped her bandage the wound on her wrist.

Looking at the stinging wound, he felt extremely regretful at first, regretting that he had pinched her wound before.

Knowing she was so shy, he wouldn't be like that.