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The smell of her body......

Why is it that only her taste can arouse his lust so easily?

Jing Jiaren was hugged and placed on the bed, and she pushed him violently.

Ximen Longting's waist was injured, and he tightened his eyebrows in pain as soon as he moved, and restrained her body fiercely: "Don't move." ”

Love is the most afraid - don't give each other space when you get good, and don't give each other a chance when you hate.

"Simon Longting, how can you do this to me?"

"You sent it to the door."

“……”

"Again and again, obediently sent to the door." He pinched her jaw, "I used to tolerate you, and I had affection for you. And now, what do you think you are? ”

Jing Jiaren's lips are snow-white.

"What qualifications do you have to come and go in my world at will!"

"I ......"

He pressed her lips viciously, and his big hands moved wantonly over her body, pulling at her clothes.

Jing Jiaren dodged his body, his lips brushing over her face, with a demonic smell of wine.

"Simon Longting, I'm pregnant...... I'm pregnant......"

"So what?!"

"You've seen so much knowledge of pregnant women, you know what the consequences of forcibly taking me at this time are!"

"So, how?" He grabbed her by the hair, "Do you think I care?" ”

Doesn't he care? Yes, he must not care about this child, it is too late to hate this child.

However, such an abortion can cause heavy bleeding and even endanger life.

Her life was cheap and insignificant, but she didn't want to be stained by his hands......

"I'm going to die," Jing Jiaren looked at him with vacant eyes, "Do you want me to die?" ”

Simon Longting's hand stiffened slightly, and in the next second, more explosive power burst out, and her fabric was torn apart.

It's anger, it's hatred, it's anger that keeps pouring out!

Simon Longting frantically tore at the clothes on her body: "In my heart, the Jing Jiaren in the past has long since died. ”

Jing Jiaren's eyes were red.

"And you, Mrs. Leng."

His hand was on her plump and kissed on her fair neck, leaving a kiss mark that belonged to him.

One by one, the Ximen Longting logo was printed on Jing Jiaren's fair skin.

He gasped, his waist working, rubbing hard against her, through his clothes......

Despite this, he didn't really invade~ her.

Jing Jiaren felt very uncomfortable and grabbed his hair.

Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose: "This is your last warning." ”

“……”

"Don't blame me for snatching you back if you dare to provoke me again," he stroked her delicate face, "don't think you'll be treated like before when you return to me." ”

It was like a voice from hell warning in her ear.

"You will taste the most terrible torture."

Jing Jiaren's eyes were blank, and he passed through him, and for some reason, he saw the portrait on the wall, which was directly opposite the big bed.

And the man who was pointed at the arrow, the black of his eyes was not so deep, and it seemed to reflect the light......

Jing Jiaren suddenly understood: "You monitor me? ”

He just gasped violently.

"Did you hide the camera in that picture?"

Simon Longting didn't speak, turned her face, and kissed her again.

He didn't hide the camera, but there was a picture of the camera in every room.

He just turned it on......