"Stupid woman" Jing Mohao sighed deeply and once again put himself into her warm embrace. "" Beastly nature.
Even if he changes his appearance, he can't change his dirty nature.
Luo Xi was exhausted by the man's torment, and fell into a deep sleep, but was awakened by the excitement again and again.
She didn't know if the man in her body had ever stopped, how many positions he had changed, and when he would be willing to Stopping, she only knew that her whole body was in pieces, scattered into a pile of paralyzed parts.
Jing Mohao galloped and possessed her to his heart's content.
He used all his energy to express his desire for her.
In a slightly confused voice, he spoke to the woman beneath him, "Luoxi, call me."
Luo Xi held on to the last bit of reason and spoke out towards the hazy sight in front of her, "You bastard, you beast!"
The man's expression darkened, and his waist sank hard, "Luo Xi, you are looking for death." "" The fragrance after bathing in the air is mixed with the ambiguous factors that make people blush and heartbeat, entangled into smoke, twisting and circling, and lingering.
The next afternoon, bursts of elegant fragrance flowed into the mouth and nose, waking up Luo Xi who was immersed in a state of confusion.
His eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to be pulled by thousands of silk threads, and his upper and lower eyelids were stuck together like lovers who were attached to each other.
Can't even think about it.
Luo Xi turned lazily and slowly on the bed in the direction of the scent, and opened her eyes a slit.
In the blurry black and white world, a handful of colorful and brilliant sunflowers were placed on the bedside, each competing for beauty and blooming. , but also particularly dazzling.
Is it Jing Mohao who put it here?
Why do I feel so ironic when I see these beautiful flowers now?
Look at yourself, who was treated inhumanly by him and tortured to such a state of decadence now.
Compared with these vibrant sunflowers, my role is to set off their beauty.
I am not even a green leaf, at most.
That is, a ball of black spring mud Luo Xi's whole body ached, and she was in twitching pain even if she didn't move.
She put her calves down on the bed and tried to let her toes fall to the ground first.
Unexpectedly, she was picked up by the man who suddenly walked in and threw her back on the bed.
Luo Xi bit her lower lip tightly and tried her best to reach out and pull the sheets over her body.
The man didn't mind her covering up and directly wrapped her in her arms with the cloth, "Do you like the flowers I sent?"
Luo Xi glanced away with empty eyes, not wanting to say anything at all.
Jing Mohao's eyes darkened slightly and he said in a cold voice, "Luo Xi, look at me."
Luo Xi's scattered pupils gradually condensed into a focused gaze directed at the man.
"Do you like it?"
Jing Mohao tightened his arms slightly and spoke expectantly again.
"Jing Mohao."
Luo Xi's hoarse voice seemed particularly dull.
"Yes."
Jing Mohao leaned his ear closer, trying to hear her next words clearly.
Luo Xi hooked her arm to the base of the bouquet, with deep hatred hidden in her eyes, "Jing Mohao, it's been three months, I've changed, I don't like flowers anymore."
After saying that, she pulled hard with her arm, and the bouquet was torn off by her.
It floated as if falling from a cliff, carrying a gust of cold wind and making a shattering sound.
In the blink of an eye, the fresh stems that were still tall and graceful just now were scattered into pieces of flying flowers, turned into sharp blades that cut through the man's passionate pupils, and cracks opened on the apex of his heart
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