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1432. The Other Side of the Heart 225

"..."

"Here, or this?"

He pressed it tentatively and felt Bai Yunshang's foot shrink, confirming the position of her twist.

"Be patient, it hurts a bit..." He rubbed and rubbed, calling her, "Yunshang?"

Suddenly, Bai Yunshang took advantage of his unpreparedness and twisted hard. Bai Yunshang was caught off guard and screamed in pain, feeling as if her bones were being broken.[

In fact, the pain is bearable, but I am so unprepared...

Sikong Zeye put down her feet and raised her chin: "Do you know it hurts?"

Bai Yunshang turned away.

He turned back and said, "Do you dare to jump out of the window next time?"

"..."

"Why do you always make yourself so scarred?" He stroked her head and his voice was a little lower, "If you can't take care of yourself, how can I rest assured?"

Bai Yunshang gently took away his hand: "The reason why I get hurt is always only one person... Mr. Sikong, you know it all too well."

In her dream, she dreamed of Sikong Zeye coming back to find her eleven million times.

Then she happily rushed into his arms and snuggled against him: Zeye, you really haven't forgotten me, you came to find me.

But when this day became a reality, she could only avoid him like a wild beast.

The ward door closed, Sikong Zeye opened the zipper on her back and took off her long skirt...

She was carried into the bathtub, and the warm water overflowed as the two people entered.

The mist is thick.

The bodies of the two of them are so familiar, but they both have strange reactions when they are close to each other.

This reaction quickly made the surrounding atmosphere become erotic and erotic.

"I'll wash it myself!" Bai Yunshang looked at the male symbol stretched out on his crotch, "Get out."

"Don't worry, you still have a wound on your head. I won't attack a patient."

"I hope you'll do your best."

Sikong Zeye stared at her: "When did I not do what I told you?" [

"Too many."

"For example?"

"Too many to remember."

"...There are so many? Why can't I remember any of them?"

"That's Mr. Sikong, a noble man who forgets things. Go away... don't touch me!" She opened his hand forcefully, shrank at the end of the bathtub, and asked with a sneer, "Are we going to start again? What is the end of this game of imprisonment?
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