The room was a little dim because of the curtains.

The entrance is even darker.

Rong Yu was held against the door, his back clinging to the cold door, but in front of him, there was a fiery breath.

She seemed to be caught between ice and fire, but she couldn't move at all.

Sparks flew, countless words were choked, and he kissed her deeply, qin-off.

She was forced to tilt her head and accept his kiss with countless complex emotions, turbulent and violent, making her like a piece of driftwood undulating on the sea, and she could only cling to him with all her might.

He invaded her inch by inch, and the hand that held her waist was very strong, invading the sweetness in her mouth, until she whimpered and couldn't breathe, and he let go of her slightly.

She breathed chaotically and rapidly, and her two white, slender hands pressed against his strong chest.

As soon as he looked down, he could see her glossy lips, plump, red and swollen.

He gasped slightly, his cold gaze became more sophisticated, staring at the red and swollen lips, and suddenly went up and bit it again.

It's a real bite.

It's like punishment, it's like ravage.

Rong Yu whimpered in pain, and looked at her with watery peach blossom eyes, like a wounded little fox.

Su Xian instantly felt a heat in his lower abdomen.

The cells in the body began to scream.

Somewhere is starting to stir.

Now, with some urge he was trying to resist, he turned around with her in his arms and walked inside.

Rong Yu hooked his hands around his neck and rested his head on his chest.

is still red-eyed, sobbing from time to time, so as not to arouse pity and love.

Su Xian carried her into the ...... his bedroom.

The movement carefully lowered her down.

Rong Mo slightly loosened the clothes that were clutching his chest, lowered his eyelids, and his cheeks were slightly red.

After placing her on the side of the bed, Su Xian's slender body squatted down on one knee and slowly lifted her calves.

She wore a pair of skinny, high-waisted jeans underneath today.

wrapped around her white, tender and well-proportioned legs.

Obviously it looks conservative.

But when it fell on her, she felt so tempting.

Small waist, upturned * hips, long legs.

How can it be charming.

But Su Xian didn't pay attention to anything else, and his attention fell on the soles of her feet.

The soles of the white and tender feet seemed to have been cut by something sharp, stained with a lot of blood and dust, both of them, and the blood stains came out and blurred for a long time.

There are even places where they have already scabbed.

Looking at that scene, he couldn't help but have a trace of distress and self-blame in his eyes.

"Don't move."

He said that, and quickly got up and went out.

When I came back, I had a clean, moist towel and a medical kit in my hand.

Rong Mo watched him come over, this time, he knelt directly on one knee, held her white and tender feet, stared at her eyebrows, and carefully and seriously helped her treat her wounds.

Rong Mo propped his hands on the bed, just looking at him seriously, distressed to help her deal with the soles of her feet, without a little disgust and avoidance, which made her heart seem to miss a beat.

The bottom of the pain seems to be slowly healed.

Just looking at his cold and delicate eyebrows, she only felt that she seemed to be really a little planted.

Finally.

Apply the medicine, dip it in gauze, and bandage the soles of your feet.

Rong Mo subconsciously wanted to retract his feet.

However, he was held and confiscated back.

Rong was stunned and looked over.

As a result, his eyes met, and the cold and indifferent gaze became so deep and scorching at some point......