[69 Book Bar-www.] Mu Mian suddenly looked up at him.

In the rain curtain, there was no trace of warmth on his face. He looked at her so coldly, as if he were looking at a lifeless person.

"Baiyang, why are we like this?" Mu Mian murmured.

Childhood sweethearts met again after separation. Each encounter was more miserable than the last.

Song Baiyang knelt down on one knee and looked at Mu Mian at eye level. He raised her chin with one hand, his smile was sarcastic and cold, and he finished what he had not finished: "Don't talk about affection, talk about duty. You are just my mistress. Ben.

The point is..." He suddenly stretched out his hand and tore open her soaked clothes.

All the people brought by Song Baiyang stood on the same spot, without even moving their eyes.

Mu Mian screamed, trying in vain to cover her naked body.

Her eyes were filled with anger, fear, and despair.

Song Baiyang stood up and took off the cotton belt on his trousers. Under Mu Mian's frightened eyes, he pulled her hands behind her and tied them up like he had taken possession of her for the first time, and tied them to the railing behind her.

Mu Mian's tears mixed with the rain left on her face: "Baiyang, don't..."

She couldn't explain clearly, don't do this to her? Don't imprison her? Don't hurt her?

Song Baiyang breathed softly into her ear: "No, what? Is this like this?" He pushed forward heavily.

"Ah!" Mu Mian exclaimed.

After not having tasted her for two months, he found that he unexpectedly longed for her.

It's as tight as a virgin, as if no one has ever taken it.

His eyes darkened.

Why can't he leave a trace on her no matter what he does, whether it's body or soul?

He entered her harder and harder every time.

"Mianmian. You lied to me about being pregnant. Do you mean you don't want me to touch you anymore?" He suddenly thought of this possibility. When he just learned the good news, he expressed himself stupidly like a child.

Happiness. Thinking about it now, all that's left is irritation.

No one can play tricks on him like this!

Song Baiyang stretched out his hand to hold her waist, lifted up her skirt, and possessed her crazily. There was no tenderness at all, just punishment, more like a whipping.

Mu Mian cried and struggled. She kept shaking her body and shouted in a sharp voice: "Song Baiyang. I hate you, I hate you! My child...my child..."

He punished her harder.

The dry body was rubbed back and forth with bloodshot eyes. She was in terrible pain. There was no foreplay or pity. There was only cruel punishment and humiliation like a daughter-in-law.

"Please, tell the truth. I might consider letting you go." He found a little reason in her crying. After all, he still couldn't bear to hurt her too much. As long as she surrendered and begged for mercy, he would take her back and give her some warmth.

Bathing and food. Even if she is imprisoned for a lifetime, he will give her wealth and glory, and protect her from wind and rain. It seems to be an innate love that penetrates into his bones and blood, and he cannot ignore it.

A sarcastic and painful smile suddenly appeared on Mu Mian's painful face: "Song Baiyang, I hate you."

One word at a time.

Red blood slowly flowed out from underneath her body, running down her legs and staining his pants red.

Even if it rained hard and heavy, it still couldn't dilute the strong blood color even a bit.

Her pale face reflected in his eyes showed no trace of life.

"Song Baiyang, you killed our child with your own hands."

Her weak smile was full of hate and revenge.

Song Baiyang retreated from her body in a daze, looking straight at the blood flowing out from under her body one by one. Her snow-white legs were stained red with blood.

She is pregnant?

Mu Mian's body was extremely weak. He shook slightly and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!