No one knew that the little bit of orchid-like flower-center powder could have such an amazing warm effect. It used lust to control people so much that it was so intoxicated by the quietness and indulge in her body for a long time, but she was extremely quiet, with broken hair wet with fragrant sweat and pressing against her forehead, and her eyes were empty and letting him rage.

Her body was evacuated, and her heart was even more evacuated. Because of his cruelty, her ice-skin skin was red or purple and ugly, but she seemed to be numb and her body became colder and colder.

Feng Qiwu said that the body could also be a way to please others, but this sentence made her feel heartbroken, hoping to end the filthy skin soon. She even had the idea of ​​dying in her exhausted heart. She really wanted to die and leave this ugly world...

It seemed like a heavy rain was venting heartily inside her body, and the quietness covered her body and gasped for exhaustion, but she closed her eyes and felt extremely disgusting: "Are you satisfied?"

The sound in his ear was like a ghost, and he heard Youji's back chill. Desire became cooler, and the wine almost woke up. At this time, Youji gradually regained his consciousness. Looking at the lifeless and even stranger You Meng in front of him, he separated from her in panic, and took two or three steps back. He could not hide her redness and swollen place, and the turbid bright red seeped outwards, like petals crying out of the sad blood and tears, slowly flowing down the inner leg wall...

The color was shocking: "This...how could this happen..."

It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be!...

He was confused, and his eyes fell down, and then he suddenly saw a cluster of jasmine flowers under her feet. At some point, she was dyed red by her dripping virgin blood and lost her original whiteness.

"I have to prove my innocence in this way?"

He looked up and saw that she was unable to look at him, without hysteria, but his eyes with bone-lost hatred were as deep as stagnant water.

Looking at the messy desk and the mess of this place, Youji felt a headache: God, what did he do!...

He couldn't stop his trembling lips, unable to say a word, but suddenly felt his heart being pulled hard. This was the first time he had experienced the feeling of heartache in the whole out of control, and it hurts the bones...

She caught the panic flashing in his eyes, and she suddenly laughed strangely: "Why don't you continue?"

Youji looked at her eyes with tears in her eyes, making her heart so touching, pretending to be meaningless and bright, but the faint sound she made seemed to hurt even her breathing. Her sinister laughter echoed in the room, but her eyes were clearly staring at him, her gloomy pupils were bottomless, as if she was going to pull him to hell together!

She smiled so hard and supported her depressed body, moving to the corner of the table with difficulty. She thought about it, but suddenly she couldn't hold on. She leaned to the side in exhaustion and fell heavily on the soft carpet, which hurt so much.

Youjiu couldn't bear it, so he picked up her dress scattered on the ground, walked to her side, and slowly squatted down. While staring at her blood-dead face, he handed the clothes back to her.

Youmeng took it coldly and protected it in front of her chest without thinking. Although she bit her lips tightly to endure it, tears rolled down her cheeks in the end. She hated that she was useless, and even more hated his cruelty and ruthlessness.

Being ill of pain by her own brother..., I'm afraid there is no more miserable and ridiculous situation in the world than her.

"Youmeng..."

He reached out his trembling hand and wanted to comfort him with pity, but she swung it away: "Don't touch me again!"

He was really guilty, but the big mistake had been made, and he didn't know what else he could say.

"You are not my emperor brother..." She trembled all over her body while holding the ragged clothes, and her eyes were red with tears in her eyes, "You are inhumane, you are the devil!... You are the most vicious devil in the world!..."

Youji couldn't hear this sentence. Whether it was a hot anger or a cold hatred, he felt that every word was sharp as a blade, engraved into the deepest part of his soul, and was covered with scars.
Chapter completed!