"It hurts..." Zhong Qingye muttered to himself in a dumb voice, with half of her face pressed tightly against the soft pillow. She was already wet with sweat, but she was completely unaware of it. Her low voice seemed to be calling for death.
Lover: "Axuan...I hurt..."
This time Qi Mo heard clearly, her name was A Xuan.【】
An intimate name that I have never heard of.
Qi Mo's pupils contracted violently, and an extremely uncomfortable feeling suddenly rushed into his heart, suppressing the flames that were about to start, leaving no room for resistance. His eyes suddenly became cold, and he looked at the girl with her eyes closed tightly.
His lips formed a cold line.
This feeling seemed familiar. Qi Mo tried hard to recall it and quickly remembered it.
Yes, it’s like when a jade pendant was suddenly taken away when you were a child, this extremely uncomfortable feeling. But the feeling now is more intense and uncontrollable than then. Is it because you have grown up?
What did he do at that time? Qi Mo thought about it carefully, then suddenly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a cold smile.
At that time, he threw the person who took his jade pendant into the sinking pond, where he was bitten to death by the sharp-toothed fish. As for the jade pendant, he also threw it down with him.
No one can touch what belongs to me!
Qi Mo is definitely not a gentle person, nor is he a sexual person. His world is very simple, he is either an enemy or a friend, he is either gained or destroyed.
This kind of character can be said to have been shaped since childhood. After growing up for so many years, it has already been firmly fixed and has the possibility of being reversed. Just like when he was a child, even though he did not particularly like the jade pendant, he recognized it as his own.
No one had the right to get his hands on what belonged to him, so he killed the person who took his jade pendant.
And he didn't bother to ask for things that had been touched by others. So, he threw the jade pendant into the pool.
At that time, he was only seven years old.
What now? Qi Mo squinted his eyes, his expression hidden behind an iron-colored mask, unclear.
Zhong Qingye, the person he picked as a shield, was originally just used as a chess piece. He paid and she helped. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. It would be best if he withstood Qi Mu's attack. If he died in
Under Qi Mu, he would only think that she was useless.
And now? Does he still regard her as a pawn?
Qi Mo sat on the edge of the bed with an expression on his face, his gaze was like it was stuck on Zhong Qingye's face and he couldn't pull it off. Her face was as pale as snow and her lips were extremely chapped. Qi Mo's mind suddenly recalled last night.
She looked like she was fighting. At that time, the expression on her face and the red light in her eyes that only belonged to wild beasts, independent of the bloodshed, gave him the feeling not of terror but of loneliness.
Intense, lingering loneliness and sadness.
He didn't understand why he felt like this, but Qi Mo always believed in his intuition. Although the crazy girl was frightening, the news she conveyed to him was on the verge of collapse in despair.
What could have made her so desperate? What past could have caused her to harbor such crazy demons in her heart?
Looking at the girl's frowning eyebrows, Qi Mo couldn't help but reach out his hand and rub his calloused fingertips against her eyebrows, gently, as if to relax her frowning eyebrows.
The warmth of her body came from his fingertips, and Qi Mo was a little distracted. Suddenly, he understood something.
At this point, there is absolutely no way he can let Zhong Qingye die.
Because he wanted her to die, he was gnashing his teeth at her suicidal behavior yesterday.
Because she was forced to die, she was angry at Ziying and others for being late and hadn't moved for several years.
Because he wanted her to die, he couldn't wait to return home and use the doctor's help to confirm her hope of survival.
He allowed her to die just because she had entered his heart. Qi Mo didn't notice it at all.
What is like and what is love? Qi Mo doesn't understand these artistic things. He only knows that Zhong Qingye is pleasing to his eyes, not the same as those women with big breasts and fat butts. Zhong Qingye is the one he picked. So,
She just belongs to him.
Qi Mo is absolutely strong when it comes to things that belong to him, and he hates being tampered with. He doesn't know who the "A Xuan" Zhong Qingye calls is, but he knows that he is the enemy he wants to compete with.
How can you give something that belongs to you to others?
Qi Mo smiled coldly, leaned over and hugged Zhong Qingye into his arms. Her soft body was filled with a strong medicinal fragrance, and she leaned softly against his chest. The girl's heat penetrated the clothes and reached her heart.
What belongs to you should be occupied in your own way!
Qi Mo lowered his head and pressed hard on those dry and bloody lips.
Zhong Qingye's mouth was suddenly gagged, and he felt a little short of breath for a moment. He hummed twice in a daze, but when he saw that it had no effect, his little head began to move restlessly.
Without thinking, Qi Mo ran his hand through her thick and disheveled black hair, clasped the back of her petite head, and pressed the two of them closer together. Zhong Qingye was still in a coma, and didn't know how to resist at all, and just relied on his instinctive whimpering.
, the throat made some broken sounds.
Qi Mo had never kissed a woman before, and he didn't even know about kissing skills. He just followed his instinct to suck, and his tongue clumsily broke into Zhong Qingye's mouth without any resistance, sweeping around in a messy circle. He actually felt that the taste was good, so he worked harder
became rampant.
Poor Zhong Qingye, she was injured all over her body and she was in a deep coma. She was gagged and taken advantage of by Qi Mo and she didn't know how to resist. Because of her poor breathing, her little face gradually turned red.
By the time Qi Mo let her go, she was already breathing more out and less in.
Who is Qi Mo, how can he not know when enough is enough? It’s just that the taste of this girl is so unexpectedly good that he almost doesn’t want to stop for a moment.
Touching her red and swollen lips, she leaned in his arms with a pretty face. Although her eyes were closed tightly, she looked more delicate and lustful. Qi Mo was not a person who indulged in lust, but how could he be a man and have a delicate woman?
Anyone would be distraught if they were naked in his arms and allowed to be manipulated by him, not to mention that this person had just been labeled as his own by Qi Mo. All the restrictions and restrictions could be thrown out of the sky.
What has been buried deeply for a long time is like a long-dormant volcano. Once it erupts, it will be difficult to control.
Qi Mo took a rough glance at the bandaged wound on her body and pondered what level of movement would not cause the wound to burst. He was an expert in this area. Then he stood up and put down the bed curtain hung with a gold hook at the head of the bed.
The dark brown fabric has strong light-blocking properties, and it covered the spring scene on the bed after several shakings. After a while, several pieces of clothing were thrown out. In the early morning light, the clothes fell to the ground, and the dark blue satin wrapped a light cream bellyband.
.
The wind sneaked in through the gaps and slightly lifted the curtains.
He was breathing heavily and making many broken moans.