The pain caused by the tearing of the fabric rushed up to the spine!

The tiny man in his arms shrank his shoulders and trembled for a moment. Hosran was about to tear it. She whimpered: "Your glass..."

Glass is not a characteristic, it can be seen from the outside. Shu Jing is slow

Hosran's movements froze, and his big palm penetrated from the torn place, rubbed her, and opened his cold eyes close to staring at her, her eyelids were trembling and seductive.

The corner of his mouth sneered silently, and he let go of her with a vague "um" and decided to go home and tear her concubine again.

The black Hummer almost drove out, and the dashboard was slightly vibrating. The slender man's hair was slightly wrapped in his coat and shrank into a ball in the passenger seat. His watery eyes were red and he felt the atmosphere was slightly cool, but a little warm thought arose in his heart. She wanted to learn to drive.

I used to be unwilling to think about it, and I thought it would be fine if there were people around me, but now I feel it is so necessary.

Drunk driving. Dangerous pounding.

...

What I returned was the apartment in the center of C that was called a "temporary residence".

No one would set up an apartment for him like a palace to live in. I guess he knew that the keys and real estate transfer certificates had been sent to him together.

When I came back, the dress had been torn to the point where it was completely unrecognizable.

The big palm rubbed her petite back with terrible red marks. Hosran sucked her tongue and sucked her soul until her soul flew. The tearing sound made him feel very happy and relieved. She was so obedient that she hugged his neck without moving, but just trembling slightly. He finally felt a little comfortable. His frown cold eyebrows loosened a little and opened the door, stumbled in, tearing off the breast patch she wore for the dress, kissed the top of her short body, and shivered the small figure shrank again, and was dizzy by the spicy and mellow alcohol smell in his mouth.

After striking her big palm, she was already a little wet.

Hosran snorted coldly, withdrew, then liberated his restraints, hooked up one of her legs and pushed her against the door, and rushed in.

"..." She raised her head in pain and shrank, her waist was tightly locked by him, and her feet were not touched.

It was still a little dry inside, and it must have hurt. Hosran bowed his head and kissed the corner of her lips, and said coldly: "Hold on, I haven't touched you for three days."

Three days.

I didn't expect him to remember so clearly.

Except for the position deep into the bone marrow, her whole body was tightened and painful. Her little hands could only rub his hair slightly with trembling, and said hoarsely: "It's only three days... Then what do you do if you don't do a mission in the future..."

The blue veins on Hosran's forehead stormed up, and he had already suppressed the rush of unrestrained force and hit her hard for dozens of times. After slowing down, he held her back of her neck and said hoarsely, "Hold it."

Then she kissed her chin with a thin lips, bringing her an unbearable numbness, "When I see you next time, I will make up for everything you owe."

The cold and misty sentence made the tiny man pale in his face, knowing that he was not joking.

Next, she had no room for thinking.

After the door, she kept to the low cabinet in the entrance hall, followed by the sofa. Hosran's strong and huge figure made the slim man have no other way except to climb and bear it. Especially when he was trapped in the narrow corner between the back of the sofa, he was hit and climbed to the peak helplessly twice in a row. She thought she would be burned to death by the fire. The sourness of the pain continued. She burst into tears, and her voice was completely hoarse. However, Hosran had just warmed up and sucked her neck and was harsh. She wanted to make her whole body look his marks, and it would be better to carve it into her bones and could not even be washed off.

She was not that open-minded, and was so reserved that she was relatively the biggest measure, but she was forced to endure the action beyond her limits every time, burning out her dignity and shame.

"Do you miss me?" He suddenly stopped, kissed the fine sweat beside her face, and asked.

The tiny man was forced to come down from the peak of death's pleasure, and his slim eyelashes were opened, squeezing out a hint of awakening to think.

After a while, I nodded with difficulty. Suddenly my nose was sore.

In the darkness, his expression was invisible at all, and he said softly: "I thought of a phone call, but I didn't have a message, Tongtong, huh?"

The cold air permeates the body.

The tiny man was shaking, and suddenly felt that such pleasure was pushing himself towards death. He was very scary, and the slightest touch made her feel scary.

But she didn't lie.

He really wants to.

When she was walking, when she was at work, even when she saw the hospital wearing camouflage clothes to patrol social security, she would think of the life in Kyoto. As expected, she was far away and there was no pressure. Why was her life as stormy as in C City? Her heart and eyes were full of that man. His name was Huo Siran, and he loved her and spoiled her, covering the sky.

So every time I go home and see Lin Weilan, who whispers to the familiar deputy director and the nurse colleague who whispers to each other. She smiles brightly with a small face, but she is at a loss, thinking that it is wrong to touch anywhere. She is afraid, afraid of living alone in City C, and even a little bit of changes in life, because she knows that she is no longer the same as before, and she doesn't know how to answer whenever she asks her.

I missed him the most at that time.

She squatted in the bathroom of the hospital, holding her cell phone in her little hand, thinking about things while dialing, thinking about his eyes red when he was busy in the Central Military Region. When he mentioned Gu Jingsheng a little, he burst into that look, with cold eyebrows and cold eyes, and heavy rain was coming.

At that moment, she didn't dare to go back down. She put away her phone and squatted on the steps alone, hugging herself, her heart was so confused that she felt so painful.

Huo Siran felt cold and didn't think about anything else. It was just a vent of desire. But seeing her indulging in her mind would make her whole body tremble and easily fall into it. After sweating profusely, she couldn't bear to see that she had been rubbed to the point of redness, swollenness and pain, and did not take any measures. She directly pressed against her tightly. Seeing the helplessness and panic in her eyes, she still gently closed her hair and kissed her, and burst into her body heavily.

This minute, she asked her to feel his meaning and existence.

...

I was so tired that my fingers could not be raised. My eyelids were moving and I exhausted all my strength. I soaked in the burning sweat, and was pressed by the heavy objects so that I couldn't breathe a little.

After he left, his body was slightly cool, and the cold air soaked in sweat and spread throughout his body, and she slowly woke up.

As soon as the slim figure moved, something strange happened to her body. The burning thing flowed down the heart of her legs that had already reached the limit. She couldn't help but feel red and almost burned. She lost her mind and found that she couldn't get up.

Her pale little face gently twisted to the back of the sofa, covering her red eyes, and shook her head.

Hosran held the back of the sofa with one hand, sneered, nodded, walked over to the other side and sat down, and threw her bag that she hadn't had time to collect on the coffee table.

"Why are you here today?" he asked.

Sure enough, Lu Qing was right. Some questions were asked by Huo Siran in person, but it was different, which made her feel that the sky was gloomy.

Her little hand gently supported her body and sat up. Although her forearms were obviously trembling with soreness, she was holding her. Her hair was scattered on her back in a mess, and she only had a thin blanket thrown on the sofa, without any momentum. In fact, she didn't plan to have momentum.

"I want to come and see him," she said in a low voice, "It is a good thing for Commander Lu to let him attend this banquet. There is a vacant position in their police station. The purpose of his invitation is probably to be familiar with all the administrative officers before he takes office to open up contacts."

Hosran stared at her, his eyes cold and blurry, almost thinking that it was a pity for her little head to be a nurse, and his analysis was unique enough.

He sneered as he tapped his fingers on the coffee table, "Say the point."

Her little hands gently closed her hair, her eyes became redder, and she said hoarsely: "I want to see him live a better life with my own eyes, at least I will be relieved not to be better than before."

Hosran sneered before he dissipated: "That's it?"

The slender figure was wrapped in a thin blanket, and his wrist was covered with red marks he grabbed for a moment. It didn't hurt but it was a little numb. He had paid great attention to control recently. Her bright red lips were opened to speak, and Huo Siran suddenly stood up, walked over and supported the back of the sofa with one hand, leaned over and pinched her jaw and said, "What if the career is going well? If he Gu Jingsheng wants you again, will you give it?"

The cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the big palm pressed closer to her: "I give my heart, when will the body give it?"

"The banquet has ended and he was looking for you just now," Huo Siran had washed his clothes and came out clearly, throwing his cell phone on the sofa, at her hand, "Lu Qing asked me to tell me, are you going back to find him now?"
Chapter completed!