Yan Xiaomo was a little resistant.
After all, she had already experienced a lot.
If it happened again, she was afraid that she would die on Ying Zheng's dragon bed.
As a woman, dying in a man's bed, it's embarrassing to say it.
Ying Zheng didn't pay attention to her resistance at all, but this time he was much gentler, not as fierce and fierce as in the morning.
Gradually, Yan Xiaomo no longer resisted and allowed Ying Zheng to take advantage of her.
It's just that this guy was too bad.
He put her on top and pressed his hands tightly on both sides of her waist.
As he lifted and pressed, Yan Xiaomo felt that this storm was really cruel and inhumane.
She was like a powerless doll being played around by Ying Zheng.
Until the end, Yan Xiaomo lay dying on Ying Zheng's strong chest, her voice incoherent with his impulse.
"Azheng, I, I, really, really, can't stand it."
Originally, she felt like she was falling apart, but now she just felt like her body had been run over by a truck.
If this continued, she would really die.
"Do you still have the strength?"
Ying Zheng's deep voice sounded, and his big palm gently stroked the little head pressed against his chest.
As soon as he saw this woman, he felt an uncontrollable desire and wanted to have her hard.
She is like a poppy, exuding the temptation of destiny.
Yan Xiaomo didn't even have the strength to speak, so she could only shake her head.
There were purple-red traces on her pale and pink skin, which were all left by Ying Zheng.
"It's better if you don't, then you won't have the strength to run away."
Ying Zheng sighed lowly, turned over and pressed Yan Xiaomo under him again.
Looking at Yan Xiaomo, who had her eyes closed and curled up slightly like a kitten, a trace of pity flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.
"Poor little guy, I knocked him out again."
Ying Zheng kissed Yan Xiaomo's lips in a low voice.
He stood up, personally used a towel to clean the dirt on Yan Xiaomo's body, and then wrapped the quilt tightly around her charming body.
It was not until night, when the lights were turned on in the palace, that Yan Xiaomo slowly opened his eyes.
Is this the Hall of the King of Hell?
The surroundings are dark, and little bits of fire seem to be seen in the haze.
Suddenly, an iron arm pulled her over, and then a figure as heavy as a mountain pressed on her body, causing her to almost die.
Just as he was about to speak, his lips were sealed.
"Ugh" Yan Xiaomo burst into tears.
This would not allow anyone to live.
The body has been hollowed out and overdrawn, but the person inside is still as fierce as a tiger.
Perhaps it was the low whimpering of the person beneath him that made Ying Zheng stop torturing him.
"What's wrong?"
Ying Zheng stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on Yan Xiaomo's face, his voice was hoarse, he lowered his head and licked the corners of the lips of the person under him.
"No, I really don't, I will die."
Yan Xiaomo's voice was weak, and she shook her head slowly, her big eyes filled with tears.
He didn't even have the strength to resist.
"Do you know you are wrong?"
Ying Zheng put his arms on both sides of Yan Xiaomo's body and moved his weight away.
The torture of today will probably never be forgotten by the person below me.
Yan Xiaomo nodded, with an expression on his face that said he really knew he was wrong.
"Will you run away again?"
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Ying Zheng's face was very serious.
It seemed that as long as Yan Xiaomo hesitated, he would continue to torture her.
Yan Xiaomo immediately shook her head.
She didn't want to die on Ying Zheng's bed.
She was still so young and there were still many things she hadn't done yet. oshow7: