She suddenly felt so tired that she wanted to forget everything for a while and have a rest, but someone refused to let her do it.

"Did you admit defeat?"

The night mark residual cold voice remembered in my ear, and the bright moon was forced to open her eyes by an irresistible force.

"Listen, I'll give you one day to fulfill your promise tomorrow!"

Leaving this sentence without any feelings, night mark turned and strode away.

The moon looked at the man who left and suddenly had a feeling that she didn't want to live.

You hate me

"Little Lord!"

The next morning, Mingyue was taken by two bodyguards to the top office of a building.

After the two bodyguards left, night scar stood up from the wide leather chair and went to the frozen moon.

The bright moon stood there motionless like a zombie walking meat.

Until the man who was a head higher than him approached, a feeling of oppression rose in his heart in vain.

What happened before is like a dream, but I can remember it clearly.

"Look up!"

Night Mark looked at the dull man in front of him and his face was very unhappy.

Being his woman makes her so uncomfortable?

The palm stroked the smooth cheek, and the fingers squeezed the small chin, so that she looked up at herself.

The moon raised her head and stubbornly looked at the man above her head without saying a word.

She hated the Shang Dynasty and the man, who mercilessly broke the best dream in her heart

"You hate me?"

The bright moon is silent.

"It doesn't matter. I hate you, too."

With that, the fingers increased their strength, and the moon's painful lips opened slightly.

A pair of cold thin lips took the opportunity to invade and hold her tender lips.

The domineering tongue drove straight in, asking for her beauty with a touch of musk.

Mingyue fought hard, but she couldn't resist each other's strong strength.

Finally, there was a breathing space. Without thinking about it, he took out a hand and waved it to the handsome face.

But was caught.

"If you annoy me, you won't get any benefit!"

"Don't forget your identity! As my plaything, you can only obey!"

The voice of the night mark was obviously trying to restrain the anger to erupt, and the big hand began to squeeze and grasp the wrist.

The sharp pain came, and Mingyue felt that her bones were about to be crushed.

He was suddenly thrown away and almost fell down.

"Even if you get my people, you will never get my heart!"

After standing firm, Mingyue looked at the man sitting in the chair and said with resentment.

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