These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

This kind of thing has nothing to do with any motive or whether there is any difficulty.

It is only related to the result, because the victim only bears the result, and will not change the status quo because of your difficulties.

No one should forgive anyone, this world is always brewing hatred, it's just that Wei Tu doesn't want to make this world so dark and dull.

"Dyeing new snow."

"……let me go."

The woman raised her head and stared at herself with her eyes that were extremely aggressive but also very easy to arouse the desire of men.

Wei Tu smiled.

"Obviously he crawled over by himself."

"That's not because you used..."

"What did you use?"

Wei Tu smiled, looking at the woman's hesitant expression.

"Slave patterns..."

She gritted her teeth, a shameful blush appeared on her cheeks.

Wei Tu smiled lightly, brushed her rosy lips with his fingers, and the sun was shining outside, as if telling himself that it was still early.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I used such excessive means. But since... If this is the case, then you have to carry it through. I gave you a chance, but you don't want it yourself."

"...Do you dare to give me another chance?"

Ran Xinxue said such words.

Wei Tu shook his head, "No, by the way, what did you call yourself just now?"

Ran Xinxue couldn't say it, and Wei Tu also knew that it was not so easy for her to say it, but it didn't matter, he was very patient and resourceful.

"Be obedient. I've always thought that those who know the current affairs and become outstanding are smart people, and they can live longer. It's the most disloyal deception to yourself, isn't it?"

"……Owner."

Ran Xinxue seemed to clenched her fists, and even trembled in cooperation.

"Who is the master?"

Wei Tu lowered his head, looking down at her eyes, condescending, like a cruel monarch, staring at his subordinates indifferently.

"you……"

"who am I?"

"Wei Tu..."

"who are you?"

"Dyeing the new snow..."

"How do you call yourself?"

"... Nunu."

In fact, this not so unfamiliar word appeared from the mouth again, as if once again shattered all the fantasies of the woman and the dignity accumulated during this period.

Let her fully realize that no matter how she struggles, no matter how she plays in this cage, she is still just a woman whose fate is controlled by others.

Can't do anything, the so-called scheming is actually just stupidity that is pushing yourself into the fire pit.

"So nice."

Wei Tu smiled, and Ran Xinxue bit her thin lips tightly.

"You will be punished...!"

Wei Tu nodded, "Everyone will have bad retribution, because no one has never done a single bad thing from birth to death. It's just that we need to weigh, whether to do more good things or bad things. Maybe what I did to you , offset in other places?"

"……asshole!"

Ran Xinxue couldn't help but straightened up, waved her arm fiercely, and waved it towards the opponent's chest.

This punch really used its strength, even its realm.

She may not even be aware of her distorted psychology at this moment.

The real reason for his anger is definitely not because of this young man's shamelessness, but because... the other party's words seemed to leave him alone, and complete his meritorious deeds alone. He doesn't have to go to hell, he can go to heaven.

For what evil is he to do, since his good deeds are canceled out by his evil deeds?

Only oneself, only oneself is a complete sinner.

She is unwilling to accept such a result, she does not want this man to be able to ascend to immortality, and she can only stay forever.

He should go to hell with him, the eighteenth floor of hell!

Who allowed him to complete his merits and virtues alone?

Wei Tu grabbed Ran Xinxue's hand and clenched her fist tightly, even though she had used her realm strength.

She couldn't hurt herself, she could only look hysterical and glared at the boy.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll die with you!"

The smile on Wei Tu's face disappeared.

He sighed.

Such a demeanor made the woman incomprehensible.

Then he lowered his head and looked into Ran Xinyuki's eyes more closely.

"Do you really find this interesting?"

"……To shut up."

Ran Xinxue's eyes were red.

Wei Tu just looked at her like this.

"Games can be played with you, but you have to know that games are games after all, and I won't play with you forever. I have my own things to do, and I just hope you can reassure me a little bit. I am also very tired."

Perhaps it was because the boy's words were extremely low.

Maybe it's because his voice is like sand passing through a dune.

Perhaps it was because there was an unexpected and rare trace of sincerity in his eyes.

Ran Xinxue didn't speak, she stepped forward abruptly, and pressed her lips hard.

It hit the boy's lips accurately.

That's right, a bump, not a kiss.

Even Wei Tu could feel a bloody smell between their lips.

He didn't know whose lip was broken, and his own lip seemed to be a little hurt.

She probably didn't feel well either, because her brow frowned.

But she still plundered herself fiercely.

Stuck between his own lips and teeth, crazily converging and stirring.

Wei Tu forgot to refuse for a moment, rather it seemed more like a kind of obedience.

The opponent gradually intensified.

It seems that although this kind of thing is jerky, there is a kind of courage that must be released, and a feeling of can't wait.

She got up gradually.

The teenager on the chair needed to raise her head, and even leaned back. She even took the initiative to ride on her own legs.

Then the plump body was pressed against his chest.

Every inch of slight twist brings frictional touch, which is unimaginably wonderful.

Desire seems to be sinking, but the sun outside the window is still shining brightly.

Strange noises spread in the empty hall, the woman's lips and teeth were as soft as water waves, but her enthusiasm was like a flame.

Wei Tu is like a star that just hangs in the night sky in vain, but someone wants to pick him off.

For example, the dyed new snow on his body at this time.

Her palm looked jerky but brave, and she peeled off the boy's clothes little by little.

Suddenly, Wei Tu thought: At that time, he was young and his clothes were thin.Riding on a leaning bridge, the building is full of red sleeves.

If I am an ordinary person in the world, it is probably the same.

Unfortunately, fate has already been decided.

When my clothes are stripped a little.

She held Wei Tu's cheek and let go of her lips. She could clearly see the blood on Wei Tu's lips.

You can also see his collarbone, his chest, with clear lines.

Her eyes were a little blurred, but there was an obvious paranoia in the blur.

"We're going to hell together."

She kissed again.

This time Wei Tu was not polite.

"Tear!"

A very clear sound appeared.

The woman's dress was torn from the back, and her snow-white skin was in contact with the air.

His palm went around the woman's back.

Silky and submissive, the touch is still as good as in memory.

Any man will love it without any reason to be picky.

The deep kiss continued, and the twisted entanglement had a unique and weird beauty.

It seems that only two people can feel each other's sinking, sinking continuously in the whirlpool full of dark currents.

How to breed desire and how to eliminate it seems to be an eternal proposition. The sun outside the window is dazzling.

Ran Xinxue's slender palms passed over the boy's chest and skipped over his waist.

From the young man's detailed feelings, it seems that he can't think of a reason to resist at this time, even if she took the initiative to make people stunned.

Dyeing Xinxue is not just impulsive, she is also feeling something more chaotic.

And the feeling given to Wei Tu is also unprecedented. This kind of feeling does not have much emotional foundation, and even more seems to be the intersection of mutual hatred.

It's not a fusion, but an almost crazy vent.

It just blanks the mind.

Because it is difficult for you to analyze what emotion is the basis for doing this, as if the strange emotion, the urge to destroy everything has taken over.

The sweaty woman exudes a unique sense of beauty.

The short interval after hysteria is like the beautiful evening between day and night.

She would hold her head, her cheek against her chest.

They fit tightly, as if there was no room to breathe, but it seemed that neither of them resisted.

Her fingers made her tremble uncontrollably, and her fingers ran through her hair even more disorganized.

Hair is already messy.

She tiptoed slightly and lifted herself up.

Wei Tu raised his head from her chest with difficulty, and looked into her eyes full of flames.

indeed.

He is the stars, and she is the flame.

"Are you sure you want to be here? This is no joke."