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Name can be lost in the dark color of the bedding, constantly rising wine gas, coupled with the head was hit by the mattress, consciousness began to blur up.

She closed her eyes and tried to calm her disordered state of mind. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the man beside the bed staring at her. Her ten fingers were so slender that they could be said to be perfect. They were untiing the band of her nightgown.

This situation is very familiar, he is like a tall god blocking the bed, light sprinkles on him, because drunk can not see his facial features, but still can clearly feel the cold breath from him.

Now the cold, clearly mixed with a hot.

She blinked, a pair of cloud eyes as if stored on a thin layer of water vapor, crystal clear, cleaner than fawn, but, it was dyed with a look of panic.

When his robe was thrown away, and the strong and tall body was completely presented in front of her, she immediately closed her eyes and struggled to let the other side of the bed escape.

However, she had just propped up her soft body a little, but his heavy body had already been pressed down, and his big palm was crushing her.

"No!" Mingke screamed with fright. His little hand fell on the back of his hand, trying to push it away and stop his reckless behavior.

But even if she is sober, with her little strength, it is impossible to push him away, let alone now after drunk?

On the contrary, the more she resisted, the more impulse she brought him to conquer her.

Over the years, which woman close to him has not tried her best to please him, or even to arouse his interest?

If she didn't escape from here last time, she really disappeared, leaving no trace for him to trace her, he really suspected that the girl's resistance was just playing with him.

But he knows that she is not, this woman, is really not willing to let him touch her.

She is not lucky. She has changed other women and dares to struggle under him after arousing his interest. He will definitely let people throw her out directly. But now, instead of throwing her out, he wants to occupy her.

Over the years, no woman has really made him so impulsive. Looking at her drunken face and feeling her little soft body shaking and struggling under him, he has been so impulsive that he wants to be desperate

Mingke didn't know how she got through the whole night. It seemed that she couldn't feel anything except pain.

The curtains were closed so tightly that the light transmission was so weak that she didn't know what time it was, but when she opened her eyes, she felt that the long and terrible night was finally over.

The long and dense eyelashes were still shaking gently. For a long time, her consciousness really came back to her mind. As soon as she moved her body, there was a stabbing pain under her body.

It hurts! She couldn't help but cry in pain, and the two delicate willow eyebrows tightened quickly.

The beast It really hurt her

"She's awake." In the corner, someone is talking.

"Let her go down when you wake up, sir. I don't know if she's still waiting." Another said so.

The person who spoke first gave a cold hum, with a look of disapproval: "Sir, your time is very precious. How can you still wait for this woman? I don't know what time it is, sir. It's been more than an hour

"So it is."

The voice of the two people's dialogue makes Mingke's consciousness wake up completely. Suddenly, with a "brush", the curtain is pulled open by one person, and the dazzling sunlight suddenly breaks in.

The name can be startled to subconsciously close his eyes again. When he opens his eyes again, two figures have appeared beside the bed. Two maids are standing there, staring at her for a moment.

"It's already ten o'clock. When are you going to stay up?" The name of the speaker can be recognized. The last time I spent the night here, I saw her when I woke up.

"Get up quickly, sir. I don't know if I'm waiting for you. Anyway, I'll go down to see him. Don't make him wait long." Another maid, a little younger, had a clear attitude. She blinked her eyes and reminded her in a soft voice, "my husband is not so good tempered. Don't make him unhappy."

Mingke pulled the silk quilt on the tight body, and finally struggled to support his body.

But what she didn't expect was that when she just got up a little, there was a tearing pain under her body, which made her almost fall back into the mattress.

"What's the matter with you?" The gentle maid, looking at her pale face, couldn't help but ask, "are you sick? Do you want me to talk to Mr. Yang and ask Dr. Yang to come and show you? "

Her face is so pale. She really doesn't look very good. Although I don't know how much position she has in her husband's heart, or what position she has, I can't bear to look at her young and clear eyes.