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In the darkness, a voice told him.

He's going to be strong!

The Ye family is not enough, his heaven and earth are on the other side of the farther sky.

Killing, conquest, crusade, blood......

In the years of more than ten years of dominance, there always seems to be a voice coming out of my heart......

Not enough......

That wasn't enough to protect what he wanted to protect......

This belief has sustained him throughout his teenage years.

And many years later, in a bar in Huaxia, among all the people, he fell in love with a girl.

That slim girl, with a pair of big crystal clear eyes, just fit the most important link in his lonely soul.

That glance is a lifetime.

At that moment, the wind stopped, the clouds stopped, and the heart moved.

……

Countless pictures pass by in my mind, as if I was playing a movie, and those beautiful, warm, and heart-wrenching memories are surging out one after another.

And each one, it's her.

Delicate, beautiful, gentle, happy, crying......

It turned out that they used to love each other so much.

It turned out that they used to be so happy.

It turned out that they used to be so affectionate.

Lan......

I love you.

……

I know......

As if someone was responding to him, a warm, soft hand took his hand, and a warm liquid fell on his face, which he remembered was the temperature of her tears.

……

The long eyelashes of the paint suddenly opened, revealing a pair of starry eyes as black as the night, and her beautiful and delicate face was smiling.

In and out of dreams, it's all her.

"Qi Ye ......" Ye Weilan shouted in a trembling voice, with expectation in his eyes, and seemed to be a little afraid: "You...... How's it going......"

Bai Yi helped the girl to stand beside her, and she was also looking over.

Qi Ye's eyes stared directly at Ye Weilan's face, and he didn't speak, his eyes were very dark, which seemed to encompass the entire night, and no one could snoop on the slightest trace.

Bai Yi smiled slightly, and walked out with the over-exhausted person.

It seems that it was a success.

This difficult little couple finally achieved positive results spiritually.

There were only two people left in the room.

She looked at his face and bit her lip, "You-"

As soon as he said a word, Qi Ye suddenly pulled her into his arms, turned over and pressed her under him, and kissed her delicate lips.

Sometimes, words are too scarce to express people's inner emotions.

"My body will tell you......" He began to strip her clothes, and his hot lips ran down the snow-white neck: "What the hell do I think......

Those emotions that surged out, if there was no outlet for them, could burn him to death.

Ye Weilan remembered what he said before he came in.

"I'm afraid I'm too excited and can't help but ask for you in public?"

Unexpectedly, a word becomes a prophecy ().

She raised her snow-white neck, her snow-white breasts erected, and let him kiss and gnaw at her.

"Qi Ye......" she called his name, softly.

He let out an "um" and tossed her last piece of clothing aside, holding her delicate buttocks, and leaning in with a hot desire.

She whimpered, her white hands grabbing his arm, and he rushed so fast and so hard that she didn't have the slightest chance to cushion herself......

"Qi Ye......" she called his name, and her voice was coquettish and hoarse: "I...... No......"

Qi Ye's face was covered with beads of sweat, wetting the black hair on his forehead.