she changed She no longer likes Hua, and she no longer likes him.
Jing Mohao's eyes were unpredictable, but Luo Xi's expression as she stared at him remained determined.
"Luoxi" The man squeezed out her name from the corner of his mouth, like a thunder that rushed into the earth before the rainy night, with extremely dazzling flashes and huge energy, shaking the heaven and the earth.
The man didn't care whether the woman still had energy at the moment or whether she needed to eat or drink, he just pressed her back on the bed and started a new round of crazy ravage.
How dare she become something he, Jing Mohao, didn't understand.
The more she wanted to become something out of place in his world, the more indispensable he felt she was.
Since when did he, Jing Mohao, actually have someone he can't live without?
Luo Xi endured the process that the two of them were so familiar with.
She couldn't move.
She was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back.
Stars were in her eyes.
She gritted her teeth with what little strength she had left, refusing to give a single ounce of charity to the man who was working so hard. sound.
The man raped her hard several times, until he felt that even her teeth seemed to be loose, and then he was willing to carry her downstairs to eat with his conscience.
Luo Xi suddenly felt a wave of air-conditioning and was slightly bumpy.
With one eye barely open, she saw the man leading her out of the bedroom, downstairs, and into the dining room.
A bowl of thin egg custard was already placed on the dining table, and Luo Xi was placed safely on the chair.
Perhaps he was too hungry.
As soon as Luo Xi sat down, he opened his eyes that were glued together.
He quickly picked up the porcelain bowl with his hands as if snatching it.
He didn't care whether it was hot or cold or whether the taste was strange.
Swallowed them all.
Jing Mohao turned back to the shelf and fetched a spoon for her, then stretched out his hand to hand it over, but with such noble and slender fingers hanging in the air, no one took it for a long time.
Just when Jing Mohao was about to say something, he turned around and saw that the woman on the chair had fallen asleep on the table with her head buried in it, with an empty porcelain bowl in front of her.
The corners of Jing Mohao's lips curled up slightly, he dropped the spoon, walked over and picked her up.
I can still eat now, so it’s not too bad.
At least it means that she is still willing to live by his side, but she is still angry.
Jing Mohao stared at her tender little face and kissed her gently.
Luo Xi, I don’t think you dare to seek death or life.
Luo Xi was like this, like an inflatable doll, left to sleep by men at home all day long.
When she woke up, she was fed a bowl of egg custard from nowhere by the man, and then continued to be ravaged by the man until she fell asleep again.
Simple hospital.
Jian Qing had just completed a very difficult gallbladder operation and took a tube of the patient's bile for an experiment.
He Yiru followed him out of the operating room.
"Master, are you going to eat?"
He Yiru asked with concern.
Her underhand's stomach started to growl, and he, the chief surgeon, must also be very hungry.
Jian Qing held the test tube with three fingers and lightly covered the tube body with her palm to prevent the temperature of her palm from affecting the biochemical components in the tube.
This tube of bile was collected quickly on the operating table while everyone was busy controlling the patient's physiological indicators.
After all, it was a secret preparation experiment, and there were no relevant ethical procedures.
The less people knew about it, the better.
Jian Qing turned slightly sideways, with a hint of relief in the corner of her eyes, "You go eat first, and I'll go to the laboratory."
He Yiru was not at ease and continued to ask, "Do you want me to bring you something?"
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