Chief husband, strong love!

The bedroom was dimly lit and the big bed was in a mess.

In the center was a woman who was too tired to sleep, and her exposed shoulders were covered with traces of love.

The love of Huan a almost all night, coupled with her stubbornness that she refused to let go, led to few pieces of good meat on her body and men's brand everywhere.

It's like trying to make her remember it completely in this way.

The slender figure leaning in front of the French window is facing the direction of the big bed.

The nightmaster held a cigarette between his fingers. Behind him was the dark window, which became a cold and dark background behind him.

He hardly looked away from her. I don't know how long he looked like this.

My mind was dull pain after waking up, and I kept thinking back to the face she had just died disobedient.

He smoked slowly, and his eyes were full of self mockery.

After a turn, I still came back to the starting point.

She still doesn't want him, and he still forcibly occupies her in the way she resists most.

I don't know how much she hates him.

The night Lord's thin lips gradually spit out blue and white smoke. Finally, at dawn, he snuffed out the cigarette end and walked forward.

"Well... Don't..."

As soon as I hugged the woman in bed again, I heard her instinctive resistance.

Those words made his originally gentle eyes cold and hard.

Just the next moment, I seemed to hear a few women's very low and soft sobs.

He thought he heard wrong.

Lowering his head, he saw that the face in his arms was still closed, and his body was still stiff and tight.

His face slowly spread a kind of grievance after being bullied.

The emotion that rarely appeared to her was the last time he saw them when they were not married.

I accidentally caught her squatting by the bed, holding her knees tightly and burying her head.

A few days ago, her biological mother left Victoria and completely abandoned her.

He tried to coax a woman for the first time. He thought she was very good. He didn't bother much to coax her.

But at that moment, she just didn't give him this emotion.

Choose her to face it alone.

The night knight was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly felt that his hands held him tightly.

Zhuang Su Ren was still in his sleep. He didn't know what he dreamed of, but his arm seemed to grasp the straw.

He smiled silently. If he could rely on him so much at ordinary times, he would be satisfied.

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My cell phone has been turned off and I haven't slept all night.

When yejue woke up again, he was awakened by the news that Zhuang Su got up.

He narrowed his eyes and saw her "quietly" break free from his arms, so he turned over and wanted to get out of bed and look for clothes.

That look is like last night about a gun, wake up and go their own way.

The night Knight held his arm and sat up. At the same time, his voice was hoarse and smiled, "you don't have a good memory. Do you think you can wear yesterday's clothes?"

Zhuang Su's body shook.

When he spoke, she saw the dress thrown at the door of the room like garbage.

I almost forgot. He tore that dress yesterday.

Even brassieres were ruined by him and could not be worn again.

In other words, if no one comes in to deliver clothes, she may have to go out in the hotel bathrobe.

The night Lord leaned lazily against the bed and looked at her inch long back. The curve was extremely hooked. "If you 'seduce' me for a few minutes, I don't think we need to get out of bed."

Zhuang Su scolded him bloody in his heart. He still resolutely got out of bed and found his suit and coat yesterday.

Even if it's worn on her, it's just a hip.