The night is getting deeper.

The earth began to fall into a deep sleep, and the noisy city gradually calmed down.

Most people dream of Zhou Gong going, but some people suffer from insomnia for the first time, and this person is the eldest son of the black man.

On the luxurious big bed, Obsidian just can't sleep.

He hugged Wen Xiang and Wei Wei in his arms. Although it felt very heartwarming, it was also a torment. He wanted to treat other women like he did, regardless of whether Long Xue was asleep or awake, and asked her for her body first. But he felt that it would be boring to Long Xue. He came to her to tear her apart just to tear her purity, ruin her calmness, and force her to take action. However, smelling the faint fragrance of Long Xue's body, his heart was stimulated by some unknown feeling.

This situation was the first time he had lived in thirty-two years.

In the past, his woman would leave immediately after he had given him venting. He would not let any woman lie on his bed and sleep with him. Long Xue was the first to have the honor to share the same bed with him.

This is Long Xue’s honor!

Looking at the little man who was sleeping like a pig in his arms, Hei Obsidian pursed his lips and snorted coldly in his heart. The honor in other people's eyes is probably bad luck in her eyes!

A heartless and ruthless dwarf!

He reached out and pulled off Long Xue's clothes without hesitation, pushed her out of his arms. Obsidian buried his head and wrote his mark on Long Xue's body.

Even if she was wood, she would make him insomnia and he would take revenge on her.

Aren’t she most afraid of his touch? He will leave a mark on her body and anger her to death!

"Lingling..."

The harsh cell phone ringtone suddenly rang, like Cheng Yaojin who came out halfway, disturbing Obsidian's action of revenge on Long Xue. His black eyes sank, his handsome face turned black, and Obsidian sat up.

Who dares to call his cell phone at this time?

I copied the phone, but Obsidian didn't even look at the caller ID. The cold voice squeezed out his thin lips: "Say!"

"Young Master, Miss Ying committed suicide again!"

Hearing this, Obsidian's face became darker and he cursed: "Damn it!"

"The master of the sect hopes that you will come back. Now, only the young master can give Miss Ying a sense of security and give Miss Ying the courage to survive." The other party was shocked by Obsidian's low curse, but he still relayed the words he reposted to Obsidian.

"Have you been sent to the hospital?"

Obsidian asked coldly.

"Miss Ying is in the hospital now. She refused the doctor's treatment. The sect leader fainted, and the doctor helped her stop the bleeding."

"Fengying cuts the vein?" The black eyes flashed slightly, and a touch of impatience flashed across Obsidian's eyes.

Fengying is the daughter of the Black Que Sect Master. She died of her mother since childhood. The Black Que Sect Master felt guilty for her and spoiled her to heaven. She was so worried that she would melt her and hold it in her palm that she was afraid of falling. A spoiled lady thought that no one in the world would dare to hurt her, so that something would happen. After the incident, she faced the cruel reality and was unable to bear it. She would only seek death and cry.

"I know, I'll go there right away."

Obsidian responded coldly and ended the call.

He turned his head to look at Long Xue on the bed, his eyes deep. After looking for a while, he stretched out his big hand, pulled the thin quilt on Long Xue, and then walked out of the bedroom.

Hei Obsidian did not leave immediately, but sat down on the sofa, took a business newspaper from under the coffee table, found a pen, wrote a line of words on the business newspaper, and put the pen down. Then he stood up from the sofa and left with great strides.

Long Xue was drunk and sleeping in the bed, knowing nothing.
Chapter completed!