Her Heartless Evil Man

That night, I found that my first complex was for her.

Soft jade and warm fragrance make people have fun every night.

She never asked me for anything. She just stayed in the nest I built for her like a bird. Every time she saw her, there was always an me in her eyes.

However, gradually I found that her smile was less and replaced by a touch of light sadness. Why would she also be sad? But every time I wanted to ask her, she turned to my face, but it was like a flower. Was she hiding something?

I often wanted to ask her, but I was always sent back by her smile at the moment when I wanted to speak.

Such days lasted for more than a month. I guessed that she must want me to give her a name.

She didn't say or ask, but I asked the father Khan. The father Khan said he had no opinion, as long as e Niang was in charge.

Father Khan was smart. He knew my heart, and I knew he would refuse, so he pushed everything on e Niang.

And e Niang insisted that it would be a success to give her a name, but I must marry Qin wa.

Then marry, marry. Nominally, she is my concubine, but in fact, I won't touch her finger at all. I just want my style.

The two concubines, both my women, gave the name of the side concubine together and married together.

That day, Qin wa was standing in front of her yurt. She was waiting for me to enter, but I didn't.

I turned and went towards the yurt. Although she didn't stand at her door to meet me, I knew she must have some expectations.

Behind me is Qin Wa's low nagging. How much she is afraid of me. When she married, I am her husband. I am her heaven and earth all my life. She won't quarrel with me anyway.

But on the first night of my wedding, I just ignored her.

When he pushed the door in, he was bending over and spitting. What's the matter?

She didn't notice me coming in, she didn't look up at me, just kept vomiting.

I rushed over in a hurry. I beat her back and glared at the people. I watched her vomit like this. Unexpectedly, no one came to take care of her.

People may as well come and stare at me one by one.

"Roll..." one by one, they quickly disappeared in front of me, but my anger dissipated when I looked down at it.

I married her and gave her a name, but at the same time I married another woman.

She must be unwilling.

But she didn't say anything. When she was facing me, she was still smiling. Behind her back, she stroked the corners of her eyes like tears still wet. I really don't know how to coax her. Woman, I don't know how to coax at all.

Gently blew out the candle. In the dark, she sighed, "Dan, go to her."

I was a little angry. How could she push me to another woman, "you really like me to go there."

Gradually adapt to the darkness, I saw her gently nodding her head, but speechless.

Some angry, turned around and held her up, and then the words were ruthless, "I want you first tonight, and then I want her. I want both of them."

She refused me, but she couldn't resist my strength and tore her clothes. I even forgot that she had fainted and vomited just now.

Stroking her smooth neck, I wanted to kiss the plum blossom between her forehead, but at this time, I touched a little moisture. What is this? Sweat or tears.

But her cold body told me that it was not sweat, but tears. She cried.

Why?

She hates me, so she hates me for marrying qinwa?

But she is the only one in my heart. Why can't she understand my heart.

Kissing her tears, all the actions have slowed down in a moment, and my anger has disappeared. I still pity her and love her.

Even if she wants to push me to another woman.

Let the kiss fall on her chest again. I felt her trembling in the feather like touch, and then she suddenly pushed me away. The strength was even the only time since I knew her.

Lying in front of the bed, she vomited again.

I'm dizzy. What's the matter with her?

"Someone..."

As soon as I spoke, she grabbed my hand, "No."

It's a little strange. She's sick like this. Doesn't she see the doctor yet. "Its case, you're very ill. How can you do without calling the doctor?"

"That..." she paused again.

"What's the matter?"

"Well... I'm not sick."

"But you're throwing up all the time."

Someone answered at the door, "little prince, what can I do for you?"

But she said hurriedly, "all step back. It's nothing."

I was stunned. I looked at her. Did

But I really can't believe it's true

Child, it's true. Although I still don't believe it, her pregnancy reaction is becoming more and more serious. She can't eat greasy things. She can only eat light vegetables and fruits every day. She feels bad, and I feel bad with her. I can't see her vomiting again and again, but she is happy. This is the heart of everyone who wants to be a mother.

I'm really going to be a father. She often pushes me away and lets me spoil qinwa. Every time she says so, I'm uncomfortable. I don't like qinwa, and I don't like his style to push me to another woman. There's always a feeling that she doesn't care about me.

In addition to making some children's clothes every day, she sleeps and walks. I don't know why. I just feel that she is alienating me, but she still smiles at me as usual and tells me how happy she is.

Are women's hearts made of water? She is as soft as water, but there is always a faint sadness on her face. The pure sorrow always lingers around her, always makes me think I'm not good enough, and makes me think I haven't given her a complete happiness.

Slowly, with the child's excuse, even the hug between me and her was avoided.

I always come back very late and then go to bed, but in fact, I can't sleep well every time. I lie on her side. I always listen to her breath quietly, feel her breath and like her. This is love. I don't understand, but I want to occupy a woman's heart for the first time. I really can't live without her.

She closed her eyes. She slept peacefully. She tilted her body and let her lips fall gently. The dragonfly printed on her lips. She moved. The long eyelashes flashed like a small fan. It was really beautiful. She couldn't help kissing the plum blossom on her forehead. The flower was enchanting and clear, which made me feel excited every time I looked. Her mother doesn't know where it is? But they can't meet again.

See, she'll kill her mother.

Who knows whether the words of the minister are true or false, but no one will joke about life. They always prefer to believe in their existence rather than their absence.

In the dark, she seemed to be awakened by my kiss, as if frightened. Her hand naturally pushed me. I didn't use force. I only recognized her pushing, but I didn't want her strength to be so strong. She pushed her to the edge of the bed at once, "don't touch me."

Her words had a vague feeling, as if she were still in a dream, but because of this sentence, my heart was unknowingly cold.

Riding in the dark, I got up alone, carrying a wine pot and avoiding the bodyguard of Yiying. I sat in the boundless grass and drank alone in loneliness and loneliness. Why did I love her, but she changed a little. Although she still smiled and was innocent, I clearly knew that she had changed. Just for the children?

Well, I really hope my child can come to this world as soon as possible and let her heart return to me again.

A big pot of wine, drink it mouth by mouth, some spicy, some mellow, and more intoxicating.

When I go back, my eyes are always shaking. Have I drunk too much? Why did someone flash in front of me?

The figure is getting closer and closer to me. It's a little confused. There's a warm fragrance. It's her fragrance. The smell lures me to take a woman's shoulder. It's soft and greasy, but there's something wrong in it.

Wrong?

Alcohol has made it impossible for me to think.

Except for the first time with her, she has never been so enthusiastic. She entangles my body. Her lips and tongue are hot, but more astringent. Is this her?

It's too late to think. I just want to occupy everything of her. I like it. It's really too heavy. I can't tolerate her ignoring me. I'm anxious. I want to take her as my own.

In the grass, the two bodies rolled together. I really don't want to give up. She's mine.

Grab her smooth catkin and put it on her head. My kiss falls madly, extending all the way down from her forehead, her neck, her

But when I arrived at her, it was a little tight and blocked me, but I couldn't help it. I heard her crazy cry. It didn't seem to be mine. Who is she, who is she?

At this time, all the offensives could not stop. I was also a man, a normal and ordinary man. I finally wanted this woman.

When my breath continued to ring in the grass, I had awakened most of my drunkenness. The woman under me was sobbing gently. I heard her voice again. I knew she was definitely not my style.

Facing the dim starlight, I looked at a pair of eyes full of tears in the dark. How, is it qinwa?