She was actually talking nonsense. After the words came out of her mouth, she had no idea what she was talking about. It was just that Mu Chengfeng's actions and tone made her unbearable, so she tried every means to hit him back.
Since he caused her pain, she would not make it easy for him;
Why can he insult her and torture her arbitrarily, but she can't fight back at him as much as possible?
After saying that, I found that his strength suddenly increased, and I couldn't help but groan.
She wanted to take her foot back, but he seemed to have guessed her movements and held it tightly, not giving her a chance to shrink her foot.
The slender fingers still repeated their gentle movements, the pain and pleasure were mixed together, she could hardly help herself, and her hands were at a loss to grasp the sheets tightly.
Feeling her pain, his movements became gentler.
Just listen to his reply in a very light and soft voice: "I love you? Does this count as love?"
Caressed like a feather, even the heart is stirred by it like spring water, unable to extricate itself.
Just as Ning Yazhi began to immerse herself in the pleasure, the sudden sharpness and extremely obvious contrast made her moan in pain: "Well...it hurts..."
The voice sounded cruelly again: "Do you still think I love you?"
Ning Yazhi's face twitched in pain. His actions were cruel and just right. When the pain became unbearable, he touched her again with the same gentle technique. The pain subsided a lot in an instant, and the pleasure was at the same time.
It swept through the whole body, covering up the pain like a wave.
Every time he pulled out a fragment, he repeated the gentle caressing. Soon, more and more blood flowed from the soles of his feet, and his hands were stained with blood.
Such a bloody and cruel scene made people look full of passion, and the low moans made the atmosphere extremely ambiguous.
Ning Yazhi somewhat understood that the reason why he did this was just to make her less painful.
Although his method was cruel, it was very effective. Every sharp pain was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure. Soon, she felt that the sharp pain under her feet had disappeared. Although it was still very painful, compared with the heart-piercing pain,
At least she could bear the pain.
Fortunately, Nuo An was quick-sighted and asked the servant to prepare hot water nearby.
Mu Chengfeng did not allow anyone to touch Ning Yazhi. He washed his hands clean, and the clear and clean hot water instantly turned into blood red and turbid.
Then he put another basin of clean hot water in front of him and put Ning Yazhi's bloody feet in the hot water. The warm hands were also a kind of torture for Ning Yazhi. She didn't resist his actions, but because of
The hot water was so painful that I had to inhale and retract my feet.
A low voice sounded: "There is disinfectant in the water, which is good for your wound, otherwise it will become inflamed." There was a look of distress and regret in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant, but was still cold.
Ning Yazhi was stunned for a moment, bit her lower lip, turned her face away, and put her feet down while holding her breath. She couldn't help but wrinkle her face at the instant pain.
But after just a while, I felt much better.
His slender fingers gently washed her wound in his hand. The movements were very gentle. Although it was a bit stiff, he was still very careful, as if he was afraid of touching her wound.
Such a light movement made Ning Yazhi's heart tremble slightly.
Her face turned around involuntarily, and her eyes moved to his face.
At this moment, his expression was more focused and serious than ever before. The contours of his face were sculpted, and the lines were outlined with a coldness. However, he was also incomparably handsome. Matching his expression at this moment... She was actually talking nonsense, and her words were rushed.
After she said it, she had no idea what she was saying. It was just that Mu Chengfeng's actions and tone made her unbearable, so she tried every means to hit him back.
Since he caused her pain, she would not make it easy for him;
Why can he insult her and torture her arbitrarily, but she can't fight back at him as much as possible?
After saying that, I found that his strength suddenly increased, and I couldn't help but groan.
She wanted to take her foot back, but he seemed to have guessed her movements and held it tightly, not giving her a chance to shrink her foot.
The slender fingers still repeated their gentle movements, the pain and pleasure were mixed together, she could hardly help herself, and her hands were at a loss to grasp the sheets tightly.
Feeling her pain, his movements became gentler.
Just listen to his reply in a very light and soft voice: "I love you? Does this count as love?"
Caressed like a feather, even the heart is stirred by it like spring water, unable to extricate itself.
Just as Ning Yazhi began to immerse herself in the pleasure, the sudden sharpness and extremely obvious contrast made her moan in pain: "Well...it hurts..."
The voice sounded cruelly again: "Do you still think I love you?"
Ning Yazhi's face twitched in pain. His actions were cruel and just right. When the pain became unbearable, he touched her again with the same gentle technique. The pain subsided a lot in an instant, and the pleasure was at the same time.
It swept through the whole body, covering up the pain like a wave.
Every time he pulled out a fragment, he repeated the gentle caressing. Soon, more and more blood flowed from the soles of his feet, and his hands were stained with blood.
Such a bloody and cruel scene made people look full of passion, and the low moans made the atmosphere extremely ambiguous.
Ning Yazhi somewhat understood that the reason why he did this was just to make her less painful.
Although his method was cruel, it was very effective. Every sharp pain was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure. Soon, she felt that the sharp pain under her feet had disappeared. Although it was still very painful, compared with the heart-piercing pain,
At least she could bear the pain.
Fortunately, Nuo An was quick-sighted and asked the servant to prepare hot water nearby.
Mu Chengfeng did not allow anyone to touch Ning Yazhi. He washed his hands clean, and the clear and clean hot water instantly turned into blood red and turbid.
Then he put another basin of clean hot water in front of him and put Ning Yazhi's bloody feet in the hot water. The warm hands were also a kind of torture for Ning Yazhi. She didn't resist his actions, but because of
The hot water was so painful that I had to inhale and retract my feet.
A low voice sounded: "There is disinfectant in the water, which is good for your wound, otherwise it will become inflamed." There was a look of distress and regret in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant, but was still cold.
Ning Yazhi was stunned for a moment, bit her lower lip, turned her face away, and put her feet down while holding her breath. She couldn't help but wrinkle her face at the instant pain.
But after just a while, I felt much better.
His slender fingers gently washed her wound in his hand. The movements were very gentle. Although it was a bit stiff, he was still very careful, as if he was afraid of touching her wound.
Such a light movement made Ning Yazhi's heart tremble slightly.
Her face turned around involuntarily, and her eyes moved to his face.
At this moment, his expression was more focused and serious than ever before. The contours of his face were sculptured, and the lines were outlined with a coldness. However, he was also incomparably handsome. Matching his expression at this moment...