However, Ling chuxia's fear flashed through her eyes at the beginning, and then lay quietly and quietly. No matter how deliberately he tried and how he tossed about, she seemed to have no response.

When Che's hand fiercely clasps Ling Ling Chu Xia's chin, the black eyes stare at Ling chuxia's numb eyes, suddenly hooks the hook lip, light ha.

Even in such intimate moments, he felt that he was only singing a monologue, and he had always been singing a monologue.

He didn't want to look at her eyes again. He didn't want to see her numb expression. He put his hand on Ling chuxia's shoulder and rolled her over vigorously. Then he put his hands on her waist and let out his anger.

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there were eighteen kinds of torture in ancient times. Ling chuxia once read a book and knew a little about it. It is said that it was frightening to hear about it. She did not know how painful and painful the eighteen kinds of torture were, but she felt that there was no torture that hurt more than now.

She didn't understand why people were so keen on joy and love. For her, joy and love were not only painful, but also extremely humiliating.

What she didn't like the most was that shiche always turned her over. This posture made her feel humiliated, which made her crazy.

Unfortunately, she can only bear, can only endure, can only comfort themselves, endure a forbearance on the past, endure a bear on nothing.

Every time in these three years, she comforted herself in this way.

Today's shiche is extremely manic. Every move has a strong murderous spirit. Ling chuxia feels that his waist is almost cut in two by the money in his hand. His consciousness begins to fragment, and his head gradually becomes confused. She holds the hand of the sheet and almost tears the cloth.

I don't know how long it took, and everything finally stopped.

Ling chuxia was wet through the whole body, sweating limply on the bed, the whole person's head is a blank. For a long time, she seemed to gradually recover a little consciousness, she tried to open her eyes.

When Che has got up from the bed, step toward the bathroom, she looked at the past, can only see his tall back, with a gloomy and cruel.

When Che walked a few steps, as if to think of what, the pace stopped, he stood in situ did not look back, only that thin cool voice came, every word is cruel and incomparable.

"Remember to take the medicine. I don't want to leave any trouble behind!"

Ling chuxia's body had no strength and couldn't move. She could hear shiche's words, but her body still couldn't help shaking.

All patience, if the ultimate goal can be achieved, then no matter how difficult the process, can hold hope.

However, she destroyed her hope again and again.

Ling chuxia's eyes, gradually wet, thick sour from the throat up, stabbed her to the extreme, she opened her mouth, very want to say no to him, she does not take medicine.

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