In the darkness, he let go of her wrist with his left hand, grabbed something hard, pulled it, and then threw it out!

The moonlight outside the window was bright and clear. She could see very clearly in the bright moonlight outside the window. It was a blood-stained infusion needle!

The sharp top has a curve, and the white patch on it has been stained red with blood!

She was speechless, stunned, and couldn't say anything anymore for a moment.

This man has an extreme tendency to violence, whether to himself or to others!

The night rolled like ink.

The moon is covered by thick clouds.

Outside the window, countless stars indifferently emit dim light, like countless unruffled eyes, looking from a distance, indifferent, even slightly sarcastic.

Cheng Liuli was lying on the hospital bed, her body stiff, her fists clenched at the side of her neck, her eyes wide open helplessly, her eyelashes trembling, and her lips pursed into pale lines.

A frenzied kiss fell on her eyelids, and she closed her eyes subconsciously. Her vision was pitch black, her body seemed to be suspended in the void, and her finger bones were clenched so tightly that they turned white.

And his kiss followed her eyes, little by little, to the bridge of her nose, the tip of her nose, and her lips.

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When he moved away from her lips with his dense kiss and nibbled on her snow-white neck, he made her gasp for breath.

His kiss went all the way down, and his hot lips and tongue began to roam around her pure white body, igniting a series of intense sparks.

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So passionate and persistent, so calm and rough, as if she was a sweet sacrifice given to him for him to taste and play with.

The air was filled with ambiguous elements, slowly spreading. His heavy breathing fluctuated by her ears, and the hot breath burned her skin.

The strange yet familiar masculine scent filled Cheng Liuli's senses.

The body was so tight, as if it had fallen into an extremely empty vacuum, with nowhere to apply force and nowhere to touch. All the senses in the body were concentrated on Yesilo's lips!

Such kisses were sometimes as light as the softest feathers, lightly brushing over her skin, causing a shiver. Sensitive millet grains revived and floated on her skin, like the softest breasts.

Pigeon’s belly.

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Sometimes he is so brave and fierce, just like the bite of a wild wolf in a wild wilderness full of dangers.

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She only felt that her body had never been as sharp as it was at this moment. Everything around her was completely separated from sensory experience. It was completely silent. There was no light or shadow, no sound or sound. The only thing she could feel was the pious kiss all over her body, which was enough.

The lingering and passionate kiss that set off thousands of waves in her chest!

His face was involuntarily stained with circles of blush, and his eyes were blurred with inexplicable anxiety and desire.

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Suddenly, he opened his mouth and bit the plumpness of her chest, feeling her roundness and fullness with his mouth and tongue.

The feeling was so strong that it was almost painful, exploding like sparks, and she let out a short scream.

And that turned out to be just the beginning!

Almost at the same time, Yesi Luo's fingertips explored the center of her legs, rubbing open the layers of tenderness, rubbing them lightly, slowly moving in and out, coaxing her trickling sweetness.

She trembled slightly, her slender waist arched helplessly, but she couldn't get any more. Her five fingers scratched marks on his back at some point, and a low moan finally escaped from her throat.

Controlled escape.

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In the darkness, he let go of her wrist with his left hand, grabbed something hard, pulled it, and then threw it out!

The moonlight outside the window was bright and clear. She could see very clearly in the bright moonlight outside the window. It was a blood-stained infusion needle!

The sharp top has a curve, and the white patch on it has been stained red with blood!

She was speechless, stunned, and couldn't say anything anymore for a moment.

This man has an extreme tendency to violence, whether to himself or to others!

The night rolled like ink.

The moon is covered by thick clouds.

Outside the window, countless stars indifferently emit dim light, like countless unruffled eyes, looking from a distance, indifferent, even slightly sarcastic.

Cheng Liuli was lying on the hospital bed, her body stiff, her fists clenched at the side of her neck, her eyes wide open helplessly, her eyelashes trembling, and her lips pursed into pale lines.

A frenzied kiss fell on her eyelids, and she closed her eyes subconsciously. Her vision was pitch black, her body seemed to be suspended in the void, and her finger bones were clenched so tightly that they turned white.

And his kiss followed her eyes, little by little, to the bridge of her nose, the tip of her nose, and her lips.

．

．

．

．

．

When he moved away from her lips with his dense kiss and nibbled on her snow-white neck, he made her gasp for breath.

His kiss went all the way down, and his hot lips and tongue began to roam around her pure white body, igniting a series of intense sparks.

．

．

．

．

．

So passionate and persistent, so calm and rough, as if she was a sweet sacrifice given to him for him to taste and play with.

The air was filled with ambiguous elements, slowly spreading. His heavy breathing fluctuated by her ears, and the hot breath burned her skin.

The strange yet familiar masculine scent filled Cheng Liuli's senses.

The body was so tight, as if it had fallen into an extremely empty vacuum, with nowhere to apply force and nowhere to touch. All the senses in the body were concentrated on Yesilo's lips!

Such kisses were sometimes as light as the softest feathers, lightly brushing over her skin, causing a shiver. Sensitive millet grains revived and floated on her skin, like the softest breasts.

Pigeon’s belly.
To be continued...