Her eyes were filled with tears.

The body is also shaking.

Li Xingyuan looked at it, his heart seemed to have been cut with a blunt knife.

Except at the beginning, she had never been so resistant and afraid of close contact with him.

Li Xingyuan looked at Ye Zhimeng deeply, feeling more and more strange.

It was as if the intimacy and rubbing hands in the past five years were all his imagination.

Why?!

Why?!

Li Xingyuan's anger became even more intense. He pinched Ye Zhimeng's chin and sneered briefly: "Ye Zhimeng, you are not like this these days. Do you think it will work if you act weak and show weakness to me at this time?

"

"Stab" sound.

The dress skirt was torn to pieces.

The long white legs are exposed to the air.

"Li Xingyuan!"

Ye Zhimeng screamed, curled up her legs, and tried to knock Li Xingyuan away with her knees.

But what's the use of her little strength?

The legs were suppressed again.

Li Xingyuan then held one of her cheeks, not allowing her to escape, and kissed her again.

Ye Zhimeng bit him, and the smell of blood spread on his lips and tongue.

Li Xingyuan still had no intention of stopping for a long time.

In Ye Zhimeng's sight, she could still see Bai Yuerou standing there stiffly, eyes full of disbelief and resentment.

A huge sense of humiliation enveloped her.

She always thought that she knew Li Xingyuan well enough.

But at this moment, she realized that she knew nothing about Li Xingyuan's bastard.

Shame and anger can kill people.

She has died thousands of times now!

Tears couldn't stop rolling down from the corners of my eyes.

Just when Ye Zhimeng was desperate.

Li Xingyuan's movements suddenly stopped.

He let go of Ye Zhimeng's lips.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes were dark and dark, as if there was a storm that could destroy everything.

The palm of Ye Zhimeng's cheek was wet.

Ye Zhimeng looked at her, her lips were stained with his blood, her shoulders were shaking slightly, and the tip of her nose was red.

She...is crying.

It's true... I'm crying in despair and sadness.

Li Xingyuan's soul seemed to have been hit hard by something.

All the anger, violence, jealousy and unwillingness slowly disintegrated from his out-of-control emotions.

After a long time, he stood up from the sofa.

"roll!"

"Get out of here!"

Ye Zhimeng came to her senses and stood up hurriedly.

Like running for his life, he stumbled away from 1899.

Li Xingyuan was so moody, so she kept it in mind and closed the door when she went out.

Because of urgency, I closed the door harder and made a loud bang.

in the room.

There was no color left on Bai Yuerou's face.

Li Xingyuan, who had always been elegant, calm and meticulous, now had a messy shirt, exposing a large area of ​​his chest.

Although Bai Yuerou was unhappy, Li Xingyuan almost raped another woman in front of her.

Can......

"Brother Xingyuan, it's Ye Zhimeng who is so ignorant. Don't be angry..." Bai Yuerou slowly passed the test, and Rouyi's little hand slowly reached towards Li Xingyuan's chest.

"You are so good, but others don't cherish you, but Yuerou cherishes you. Everything you want, as long as I can give it, I will give it to you..."

Just when it was about to touch Li Xingyuan's chest.

Li Xingyuan turned sideways, avoided her hand, and walked straight to the bathroom.

"I'm not in the mood anymore, go back to your room."

Bai Yuerou saw this.

His hands froze in place.

What's the meaning?

They are both women. She thinks she is prettier than Ye Zhimeng and has a better figure than her.
Chapter completed!