His strength did not diminish in half a minute in the continuous rush, but it was even thicker and harder. She fainted and was tortured and woke up. Her slender five fingers pinched her palms bloody spots. Finally, she was turned over and entered again. She shook in pain. She was stimulated by the aggravated depth and felt that her body was about to be torn and penetrated. Her eyes were blurred. She said in despair with a hoarse voice she had never had before: "...I feel a little uncomfortable..."

But Hosran just thought that he was not working hard enough, leaned over and hugged her, leaned into her to comfort her breasts, and crashed into it even deeper: "Take it slow...it will be comfortable..."

After saying that, she covered her sensitive earlobes and sucked her almost fiercely. The posture of embracing her from behind can make you feel how thin she is. It is so thin that it makes people feel distressed, especially when I knew that he was her first and only man, Huo Siran's heart seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and it hurts so much. Shuchen Fengshu

Should he love or hate?

Should I be guilty or revenge?

He didn't mind that she cruelly removed him from his life, but he minded that she stabbed Gu Jingsheng in the heart again and again.

He didn't know how long he had endured it and how long it had been hurt.

He is such a domineering and proud man, but he can't get out her heart and clean it up, so that she can see clearly what the person who wants to marry her is like! Does she understand? Do you understand? Are you sure? Do you want to give all your trust and future in this way! Yu!

He just wanted to punish her and Gu Jingsheng - who could imagine that he would keep a person in his heart to protect him? After so many years, he suddenly found that his smile was a sharp sword in his heart and had been stabbing him hard for a long time? Even his chief of staff said that the matter was not yet concluded after the video was played. Even if one day he did not investigate clearly and was not convicted, the chief should not easily doubt the life he trusted most, because whether it was betrayal or suspicion, it was the most heartbreaking.

How sad is she not to understand why she is a bit disgusted? How hurtful is her conviction that she did not even question him?

What kind of person am I in your heart?

Hosran's thin lips were terrible pale, as if no matter how deep or how cruel it was, it would not make the cold heart as cold as ice warm. He turned her over and kissed her deeply, clearly feeling that she was trembling because of every time he bumped into it. He wanted to stop but couldn't do it. The feeling of dampness and heat that made him bite him tightly brought too much pleasure, and it rushed straight along his spine, even if he was a soldier with such good concentration, he couldn't control it.

He knew her impulse, her innocent.

There is also the kind of fear that suddenly arises from the bottom of her heart when she is picked up by him in a confused look.

She was afraid of him.

So even resistance came so slowly and in vain. After the fierce struggle was severely suppressed and invaded further, he suddenly started crying and begged him like a child.

Even if it's useless.

It's useless to ask for it.

The blue veins on the forehead were oozing with thin sweat. He held to the extreme and hooked up one of her slender legs and rushed into the deepest flower center in the angle of being pulled open! The person who was sweating profusely tightened and trembled violently, and was tortured by the torn through feeling and sharp sting. The unbearable force piercing made her hold up the last bit of physical strength and struggle like a dying beast. Hosran kissed her, spread her struggling little hand and pressed her side, and said "be good" in a vague and low voice, and then thrust hard like a wild horse, fast, deep and fierce! Her weak breathing was almost blocked, and the dying struggle slowly bloomed under him, but he kissed her lips and tightened his arms, feeling that she tugged him in despair, as if suffocating.

Finally, the tiny man lost all his strength, and thick sweat oozed out of his body and was dragged into a terrible fainting in his arms.

Hosran finally crashed into her deepest part!!

Holding her firmly, bursting heavily into her body in the dazzling white light that suddenly flashed through her mind...

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

burn.

The hot temperature filled the whole body.

It took Huo Siran to come to his senses for the peak he had never climbed before, and his cold eyebrows were slightly relaxed and sweating profusely.

Her strong and strong chest was pressing against her, as if she was afraid that it would be too heavy for her to breathe. His strong body was lifted up a little lightly, and his big palm opened her hair wet with sweat on her forehead and stared at her deeply. Then he realized that the fragile and petite person had fainted at some point. The temperature on her forehead was almost hot, and her kiss marks were all over her body, and an abnormal redness was revealed in the snow-whiteness. His cold eyes suddenly condensed on her clear and pale face. When he was shocked, he realized that she had a fever.

A hot and hot fever.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

She didn't plan to take her to the hospital, but took her up, went to the bathroom and simply rinsed her clean, put on her own cotton shirt, and carried her to the bed, covered her with a quilt. Her hair was still wet, and she was burned in a daze and had no sense at all. She spread her palms without any warning, and her crescent-shaped bloody mouths inside were dotted.

Still burning so hot.

Huo Siran left coldly, went to wash and changed into a clean dress, his military uniform was tall and solemn. When he walked past the huge and luxurious room, he gently pushed open the door of his master bedroom, and the small sleeping figure buried deep in the bed. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't know that she was there.

Still burning?

A cold light flashed in his cold eyes, he walked over and stretched his arms to both sides of her, raised his hand to test the temperature on her forehead, and his eyes dimmed.

He probably knew why he suddenly had a fever, so much.

Severe friction, torn wounds, coupled with extreme psychological fear and exhaustion of physical strength... the disease is like a mountain of illness.

The temperature was so hot that it was the same wherever it touched, and it couldn't be reduced. His fingers gently stroked her forehead, her eyebrows, and finally gently grabbed her pointed chin. The tiny bit of burn was in his palm. He stared at her coldly, and the calm man, who was as calm as a mountain, didn't know how this small high fever would be cured.

"...Tongtong?" He called her softly, but his heart suddenly hurt when he said the hoarse words.

He called, but she didn't wake up.

His chest was so stuffy that his eyes were so painful that he could only stare at her with a severe pain in his coldness. He wanted to leave, but this little man grabbed his heart, making his arms unable to close. I don’t know how long it took him to finally get up with difficulty, holding his breath, raised his pale and cold handsome face, narrowed his last glance at her, and walked out of the room.

It was almost noon when he left, and Huo Siran walked out of the apartment in a very heroic military uniform and locked the door from the outside.

He took her cell phone away, turned it off and put it in his close pocket.

When he drove back to the military district, he called Qi Yuan, and called her "aunt" in his words and asked her to do a favor politely. Qi Yuan was already familiar with him, and even had a bit of a sense of being infatuated with the age of age. He didn't feel vague when he agreed with a smile, but he just hung up the phone and felt strange - asking a nurse in the blood surgery department to leave or a king's leave, how rare should such a thing be?

When I returned to the military region, the solemn atmosphere a few days ago had eased a little.

The Chief of Staff was talking to the minister of the interrogation room. His frown brows were worried as if he had encountered an unsolvable problem. When he saw Hosranying's extraordinary figure walking in, the people in the office looked solemn and suddenly stood together to salute him.

Putting down his right hand, the Chief of Staff frowned slightly and said, "Chief, there is no result in Gu Jingsheng's independent interrogation this morning, and he is unwilling to admit it..."

The military threw the key of the Hummer on the table, and Hosran interrupted him in a cold and hoarse voice: "Where is the radio frequency band intercepted that day?"

The Chief of Staff was stunned: "In the interrogation room..."

"Take it to me." He ordered slowly with a cold voice.

The Chief of Staff did not dare to neglect, and another straight military salute: "Yes!"

He went to the interrogation room to get all the radio frequency demodulation reports to show him. The Chief of Staff did not understand Hosran's actions at this moment, and saw what he wanted to do. He never thought that Hosran took the report and looked at it indifferently and carefully for a while, threw it on the table and said, "...continue to investigate."

"The radio stations on the SWAT team will implement 24-hour surveillance from now on. If there is any special situation, report it immediately." He ordered.

The scarlet bloodshot and incomprehensible meaning that the highest chief's deep eyes were incomprehensible, but the chief of staff quickly brushed away his thoughts and saluted and carried out with a firm look.

"Chief." The Chief of Staff, who was about to leave, stopped and couldn't help but scream.

"You are in a better mood now, are you?" He smiled slightly, with a consolation in his smile. "I dare not ask about your private matters, but it is related to national interests and people's security. The chief should be clearer than me. The interrogation team will handle it impartially and will not draw conclusions based on inferences if they fail to obtain evidence of confession. Chief, don't worry."

The cold light in Hosran's cold eyes still had no meaning, and his thin lips were pursed without saying a word. This was the first time he did not explain what he was going to do to his subordinates he was not trusting, and all these arrangements would soon reveal all the meaning.
Chapter completed!