"Actually, it's nothing. I accidentally scratched my stomach a few years ago. It looks a bit scary, but it's actually gone away. Really." The explanation was pale and powerless. She didn't notice the softness in her tone, and even forgot that the two of them were in a cold war state and couldn't help but want to comfort her.

Her arms, like iron bars, tightened her tighter, and her wide palms rubbed the ugly scar.

His lips slid back all the way, worshiping every inch of his skin passing by, and kissing them all the way. The hot breath blew on her ears, lingering for a long time, and then slid across her cheeks and sprinkled a fine pecking kiss.

Xiang Yami didn't feel the taste of love~desire at all.

He kissed her, so gentle and cautious that she wanted to cry, as if she was treating her as a treasure holding her in her palm.

Is this cold man who is accustomed to being domineering and arrogant and feeling sorry for her?

She bit her lips tightly, resisting being hypnotized by him, and insisting on not associate with the meaning behind intimacy.

But her body still became sensitive with every movement of his irresistible.

The endless memories and every trivial matter is clearly remembered. In this bedroom and this big bed, he once again and again, leading her who was completely young to climb into the palace of love.

"Lolo, my little man, this time, even if we die, we can't separate us." His lips firmly sealed her, and he kissed her deeper and he was unwilling to let her go.

The scorching tongue pried open the gaps of teeth, slid into her mouth, and made waves between her lips and tongue.

Xiang Yami had no chance to control the rhythm at all, and Julian's resistance became weak.

He collapsed in his arms and let him kiss her passionately.

I can't think or resist, and a series of humiliating moans flow out. I want to stop it, but it's too late.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, as if she had been hit by a curse.

I remember his deception, his hurt, and I once vowed not to forgive him for the rest of my life. Even if I encounter him by chance one day on the street, I will be an ordinary passerby on the spot and never look at him.

But she didn't understand why when he kissed her, she felt some expectation in the deepest part of her heart?

She must be crazy.

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Zhan Chunxuan did not ask her for recklessly.

Although it had reached the outbreak of the border, he still endured it at the last moment, held her between his arms, and slowly calmed down his obsession that was flowing in his body.

She was obedient like a cat, curled up beside him, motionless, staring at the warm sun beside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Don’t want to talk or argue, the tranquility of this moment is not only the body, but also the soul.

After calming for a long time, he suddenly seemed to remember something, sat up without saying a word and began to take off her clothes.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" She took a breath, thinking that he regretted not doing the whole set just now, so she planned to do it again.

But he just slid through his silky-like skin inch by inch by inch, not missing every detail. When he finally found a scar that destroyed the perfection in his ankle, his face immediately seemed to be losing his mind, and he murmured to himself, "It turns out that he was hurt here, it was so long and deep, and it must have hurt at that time."

He still remembered the blood flowing that day.

When I opened the door, the room was full of blood and energy.

At that time, he really felt a lot of despair, and was really afraid that this parting would last forever.
Chapter completed!