When Nanqiao woke up in a daze, a man was pressing on her and attacking her.

When she heard the sound of unbuttoning her trousers, a nerve in her brain seemed to be pulled tightly, her scalp felt numb, she suddenly woke up, and her eyes instantly congested.

"Song Yang --" her face was pale, her voice was trembling and weak.

The man's whole body is red - naked, see her wake up, unexpectedly strange smile, gentle touch her face, dumb voice way: "Qiao Qiao, you wake up. I don't want you to have no impression of our first time. "

Said, he looked at her affectionately, fingertips one by one to open the button of her shirt.

Nanqiao's eyes suddenly widened and she was completely flustered. She raised her hand to push him and gasped: "Song Yang, do you know what you are doing? You are a strong traitor. "

Song Yang's eyes sank and his hands kept moving. After a few seconds, he said, "if this is the only way to have you, I don't mind trying."

With that, as he opened the last button, the shirt opened and slid down her side, revealing her naked skin.

His hand immediately reached behind her in an attempt to untie her underwear.

Nanqiao's face suddenly turned pale as snow, her heart beat violently, and she almost jumped out of her throat. Her voice was sharp and trembling: "Song Yang, you don't have a girlfriend. What's the difference between what you do now and what you hurt me at the beginning? Don't do that, don't... "

"No more." The underwear button was untied, he took her shoulder, let her sit up, took off her clothes, whispered: "I won't hurt you again, bridge, we will be together, I love you."

"No... don't... I don't love you. We've broken up. Do you understand Song Yang?" Nanqiao is cold all over, and all his strength is used to talk with Song Yang. He plays with it like a puppet, trembling and twitching all over.

"Qiaoqiao, I never thought of breaking up with you. If Ying muyao didn't come in, you will forgive me. Shall we treat him as if he doesn't exist? With me, I will treat you well. " Song Yang stares at her for a moment, and his hands do not stop for a second. After taking off his coat, he reaches for her pants.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Nanqiao suddenly seemed to be pushed to the edge of the cliff, and there was no way out.

She couldn't stop her tears from the corner of her eyes. She tried her best to lift her hand up, but she didn't touch him. She dropped it powerlessly, and kept trying, lifting, dropping, lifting, dropping

When her trousers were torn off, Nanqiao made a sharp cry, and despair enveloped her completely. The airtight sense of suffocation almost drove her crazy.

She cried, "don't touch me, don't touch me... Please, Song Yang, don't touch me, let me go... I beg you..."

The last cloth of the body was pulled down. South bridge was strangely quiet and lay there motionless, with dull eyes.

Something seemed to be touching her body.

Dirty, disgusting.

Song Yang kisses her facial features, neck, all the way down.

Suddenly, Nanqiao's body trembled violently. Song Yang raised his head and saw the scarlet blood flowing out of Nanqiao's mouth and falling on the white pillow along her neck. At the moment, the pillow had fainted a mass of blood the size of a palm.

Red is dazzling, red is terrible.

Song Yang's face suddenly turns pale. He reaches out and pinches her mouth in a panic. It's red inside. She coughs and her blood splashes on his face.

Song Yang is a fool. How hard did she bite herself?

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