"Ah..." She finally couldn't bear it and shouted out, the pleasure in her body mixed with the pain in her heart, her voice was ambiguous and bitter, but her face was extremely twisted and hideous...

Finally, everything stopped, the growls, gasps and painful moans...

His body as hard as iron was pressed against her soft white body, and their sweats were densely mixed together, like a strong glue, holding them together, as if they refused to separate...

In the darkness, he held her in his arms and stroked her body little by little, with comforting power and reluctance...

"I'm still the poor boy, but you - you are no longer you,"

He whispered in a low voice, but she was already unconscious and couldn't hear anything...

At the same time, in a room on another floor of the Windsor Hotel

Qiu Yitang woke up from his dream, sat up from the bed slightly nervously, rubbed his forehead with his hands, and looked sideways——

Du Caiwei beside him had already fallen asleep with a smile on his face. He looked down at her beautiful face, sighed slightly, and felt an inexplicable discomfort in his chest.

Finally, unable to sit still, I turned off the thin air conditioner and got out of bed, picked up my boxer briefs from the floor and put them on, and then walked out to the balcony with a little irritability.

He lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and then glanced upstairs twice. He knew that at this time, in a room on the top floor, his fiancée Fang Xiao was living there.

He just had a dream, dreaming that Fang Xiao was being tortured by three men in turn. The three homeless people who had been hungry for too long actually played with her three times, her front, back, and mouth, unexpectedly.

....

It was so terrifying that he was awakened directly by this demon. Then, as if he had been scratched by a cat, he dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, then turned around and quickly walked into the room.

"Yitang, what are you doing getting dressed in the middle of the night?" Du Caiwei got out of the bed naked, looked at the man who was hurriedly getting dressed, and asked doubtfully.

"I...want to take a look upstairs," Qiu Yitang hesitated slightly, but did not stop putting on clothes.

"Yitang," Du Caiwei came over and hugged his waist from behind, her soft breasts pressed tightly against his back, her voice sounded resentful and sad: "Yitang...

Are you worried about her?"

"I..." Qiu Yitang turned around and looked at the woman with a resentful and sad face. He suddenly returned to that night four years ago, the night when she was willing to be humiliated for him.

"Yitang, do you feel sorry for her?" Du Caiwei looked at the still hesitant man and took the initiative to take off the shirt he had just put on before he had time to button it.

"No," he finally found some sense. How long had he been planning for this day? How could he... be worried about her?

What qualifications does such a woman with a viper-like heart, such a woman who pursues the goal rather than the means, have for him to worry about?

Du Caiwei took off his shirt, her body slowly slid down, her soft, boneless hands slowly slid down from his hard body, and finally...

He lowered his head and watched her holding his little brother so devoutly like a treasure. Even her delicate lips were touching it gently...

"Caiwei..." He growled, his rationality completely defeated by her tenderness in an instant, and he quickly pressed her petite head with his hand.
Chapter completed!