If it weren't for fear of her revenge, Ye Hancheng would not have enough to die if he had ten lives.

She struggled hard, hammered his back, and her legs kept kicking his chest.

"I want him to die and continue to make trouble!"

Ye Yifan's fist stopped in the air, slowly let go of his hand, and honestly fell down.

Zhou Zimo carried her up the steps and came to the corridor...

Ye Yifan hung on his shoulder and looked anxiously at the man lying on the ground.

"Hurry and ask someone to send him back to Ye's house!"

After being so seriously injured, how could I lie in the water? It was still raining outside.

"Shut up!" Zhou Zimo's face changed, and his anger escalated: "I dare to say something more, I will chop that defeated man into meat sauce!"

Zhou Zimo's expression was extremely terrifying. He kicked open the door, walked through the yard, walked to the hammock, pressed the switch, walked into the medicine bath in the stone gate, and threw her to the ground next to him.

He took a wet towel, pressed her small body, and wiped her mouth hard.

"Um..." Ye Yifan lay on the ground, shook his head, raised his legs and kicked him desperately, his mouth hurt so much.

"You're dirty here, I don't like dirty things."

He threw the towel into the water and took it out, put it on her mouth and wiped it hard.

The towels were replaced one by one...

Ye Yifan's lips were red and swollen, and numb.

He put down the towel, lowered his head and leaned close to her mouth, sniffed it, suppressed his anger, brought a water cup to pour water into her mouth, pinched her mouth and let her spit it out, repeating it over and over again.

Ye Yifan pushed his chest hard, trying to reach out and wave the water cup: "Get out, don't touch me, I'm already dirty. The moment I met you, it was dirty and it could no longer be washed."

Zhou Zimo almost crushed her shoulder blades, and her face turned dangerous. She became dirty if she became his woman? Has this woman lived enough?

"You can only have the taste of me alone. Any man who dares to defile you will die!!"

Ye Yifan opened his eyes wide in horror: "What are you going to do to him?"

"Um..." The towel was stuffed into her mouth, and she couldn't make a sound. Her wrist was raised to the top of her head and tied it up. She glared at her legs in panic.

The coat was torn apart, all the clothes inside turned into pieces, and the ground was covered with white bellybands.

He pulled off her pants and the woman's white and tender body appeared in front of her.

Two bronze big hands grabbed her ankles with blood and pulled them away.

The white and thin legs were split into a shape, fixed on the cold ground and unable to move.

Zhou Zimo's possessiveness was burning wildly, and he couldn't wait to leave his own exclusive traces on her.

He possessed her ruthlessly.

The woman held a towel in her mouth, her beautiful eyes widened, her brows furrowed, her forehead was covered with blue veins, her small hands clenched her fists, and she shook her finely, and she had never hurt so much before.

Her body seemed to be split in half by someone, and she was a little confused in pain.

Zhou Zimo sneered coldly: "Isn't it very comfortable?"

It’s time to come and dare to care about him and seek death!

Ye Yifan looked at him hatred.

The jealousy was so hot that he suppressed his anger and sneered: "It's wrong for you to go out to steal men in the middle of the night, and I will never again. I will feed you until you can't close your legs and make you lie on the bed every day, so that you will be well-behaved."

"It's so interesting. I had a private meeting in the back garden late at night and kissed passionately in the rain."
Chapter completed!