Jing Jiaren was dumbfounded, he stained all the good memories!

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However, now it has become an even more painful memory carved here.

"Come here." Simon Longting commanded roughly.

Jing Jiaren walked over numbly......

The warm lights illuminated the room.

Jing Jiaren's skin is snow-white, her skin is like condensed fat, her eyes are like the magic of cutting water, and her cheeks are born with two touches of baby red.

Such a woman, chuckling like a goblin.

Proud and swan queen again......

Charming and delicate.

Even if you don't laugh, it's all beautiful, like a dream......

Simon squinted, he was now beginning to wonder whether he liked her appearance or whether she was as rebellious as a wild horse. Is he possessed because of his love of beauty, or is he aroused by his innate desire to conquer.

In short, he would not like her inside even if he was blind.

Because this woman has no connotation at all.

The big palm slammed down on her skull, and it slammed down roughly.

He forced her to kiss him there......

Jing Jiaren stiffened her neck in resistance.

"What, are you dirty?" He pressed it harder, "I've never thought you'd be dirty. ”

He did this to her because of love, full of holy love, and of course not dirty.

But now she is like this to him, she is oppressed and treated as a servant!

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That night is a painful memory for Jing Jiaren.

It hurt so much that she thought that she had never loved in this life, and it hurt so much that she didn't want to love again in the next life......

She was tortured until midnight, only to feel that her sour skeleton would collapse at any moment.

Simon Longting's expression was brutal and hideous.

Jing Jiaren looked at him, her eyes getting colder and colder.

"Watch me do what?" His tall body shook and pressed her eyes hard, "Don't look at me." ”

“……”

"Don't look at my !!"

Suddenly, she was forced to breathe by a large pillow.

Simon Longting pressed her hard, unable to look directly at the tears welling up in her eyes...... and despair.

She was the one who gave him hope and threw him from heaven to hell.

"Hate me, Jing Jiaren ......"

His brutal voice whispered in her ear over and over again:

"Hate me, you don't want to forget me for the rest of your life, even if you leave me, I will make your spirit torture."

“……”

"This is the price you paid for failing me......"

Jing Jiaren was pressed by the pillow, unable to breathe, but her body was receiving the most humiliating and brutal abuse.

She struggled weakly with her hands and feet, pushing against his chest......

She can't die, even if she really doesn't live anymore, she has to rescue Leng Aofeng and the beautiful woman, and settle the warm >

After letting go of all her thoughts, she can die?!

When the time comes, is she really going to die......

Jing Jiaren's tears wet the pillow, if her death can dissolve his hatred, she is willing!

Every last shred of oxygen seemed to be stripped away.

Jing Jiaren's hands were weak, and she no longer had the strength to resist.

Her hands fell limply on the complicated sheets, and at one point her brain was starved of oxygen, as if her soul had really floated out of her body, and she looked down coldly at Simon Longting's actions in the air.

If she loves someone and is not treated like this, she will never want his love.

Jing Jiaren's consciousness completely left, and she felt that her heavy body had become very light.