Shui Lingyu pinched the spoon and scooped the soup, pursed it between her lips, but couldn’t eat it. It was not that she was not hungry, but that her spiritual soul was repelling. It seemed that it was her poison, not the source of life, it was something that made her life worse than death
She first put the bowl on the cabinet aside and moved her body out of bed with difficulty. I was wearing clean pajamas, probably the maid changed it.
When the feet were under the ground, there were slight sweat beads on Shui Lingyu’s forehead, and his breath was breathing lightly, as if he had done the hard work just now. All her strength was drained by Tang Hehan.
Then she took the soup bowl to the bathroom, walked to the toilet, poured the soup in the bowl, and flushed it without leaving any trace.
Shui Lingyu stared at him from beginning to end, as if he was afraid of missing a link. Only by watching it disappear could he calm down.
When I turned around, I saw the figure in the mirror. His face was pale and almost transparently abnormal in the light.
The line of sight then accidentally caught an abnormality at the neck.
She slightly pulled open the collar and saw the red marks on her slender neck and the fair skin connected one by one.
Further down, they are densely packed together in pieces, and there are those that are red to purple and blue.
Shui Lingyu trembled and unbuttoned her pajamas. She screamed in fear: “Ah” and then covered her lips.
The marks on the body are shocking, especially the chest, waist, thighs, and even the fingerprints on it.
Shui Lingyu vaguely remembered how much force the hand that clamped his waist was in the sprinting force, and pressed it tightly to facilitate his crazier and more comprehensive possession.
Because her skin is fair, sometimes she will bruise everywhere if she accidentally touches it.
How can you withstand Tang Hehan’s force?