With such stimulation, it seemed that Qin Keshu had almost reached that point, and he hit her hard several times.

Finally, when she thought she was about to die, when she felt that she was almost about to faint, he seemed to be finally satisfied...

The air seemed to have suddenly become fishy and sweet, and what was flowing around was the musky scent that belonged to men. It was ambiguous, and it was an ambiguity that you would never have imagined.

And even though he had just been tender, he seemed to have woken up all of a sudden, as if such a thing had never happened at all.

In other words, what happened just now, to him, was just to satisfy a physical need, and it didn't count as anything.

Because after he was satisfied, he got up from the bed without any hesitation, and then disappeared from her eyes.

Not long after, Mo Ruchu seemed to hear the sound of water in the bathroom, and she smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, it's still like this every time. Is he really so disdainful?

Disdain to leave her mark on him?

Every time, every time!

After she was done, she couldn't wait to walk into the bathroom, no matter what her mood was...

Ha, but that's right, why should she? Why should he care about her mood?

She didn't have that qualification before, and she certainly won't have it now!

...Mo Ruchu, you are a slave. You are just a slave used to vent and conquer. Wait for the day when he is completely tired of you. Wait for the day when he has no interest in you at all.

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So do you believe it or not? You will definitely be worse off than you are now, and you will definitely be worse off than you are now!

Because...if you lose your heart, you may never get it back.

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For Qin Keshu, he was contradictory, so contradictory that he wanted to kill himself.

In the bathroom, he let all the cold water splash over his body, trying to calm himself down.

After all, apart from yourself, there will definitely be no one in this world who knows you better than yourself.

Therefore, to a certain extent, Qin Keshu naturally understands himself...

Mo Ruchu was not his first woman, but Mo Ruchu... was a woman who had made him lose control too many times!

Her personality, her stubbornness, her body...

No one will prevent him from losing control!

Just like just now, if it weren't for her sudden words of 'Master', he sadly found that he seemed to have almost indulged in it again.

They forgot each other's identities, they forgot that Mo Ruchu was Mo Zhendong's daughter, they forgot the bloody feud between the Qin family and the Mo family, they forgot that in fact, it was just a game between him and her.

...Mo Ruchu, who are you? Why do you influence me again and again?

His fist hit the wall hard, and blood streaks slowly snaked along the wall, but this seemed to be no longer the focus of his attention.

I don't know how long it took. After taking a bath, he wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom.
Chapter completed!