Chapter 1062 Only Hate

"What?...You bastard... You forcibly robbed others of innocence and actually forgot who I am? I have never forgotten your appearance for a day. I always want to kill you to take revenge..." When I heard Zhao Jianhui's words, Michiko Ikeda's anger became tense. She twisted her delicate body desperately and struggled. Suddenly, she felt the hand that was pinching her neck loose. [.Com text]

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Jianhui's voice sounded behind him: "It's you, Michiko?..."

"It's me, if it weren't for me, how could others hate you so much?" Michiko Ikeda said, turning around, lowering her head, and a mouthful of the back of Zhao Jianhui's hand that was still holding her dagger, leaving a row of clear tooth marks. Feeling Zhao Jianhui's palm loosening, Michiko Ikeda raised her right hand, and the dagger in her hand came to Zhao Jianhui with a cold light.

"You are called murdering your husband. Do you know this is..." Zhao Jianhui reached out and grabbed her wrist again, shook and folded it. The dagger in Michiko Ikeda's hand landed on the ground with a clang.

Because his arm was turned back by him, Michiko Ikeda's breasts stood up higher. Zhao Jianhui was a little confused by the fragrance emitted by her body. His heart, which had not wanted to be thicker, became more gentler. Zhao Jianhui let go of her arm and said lightly: "With your skills, you can't kill me. You climbed onto my bed that day. You were completely harming others and yourself. I was just a tool you used. You can't blame me all, right?"

When I was in the capital that day, Michiko Ikeda captured You Xiaoran and Fujita, fed You Xiaoran and Fujita to take medicine, and wanted to take photos of Fujita and You Xiaoran together and threatened Fujita. However, Zhao Jianhui found her, fed her her own medicine, threw her to Fujita's side, and hid in the funeral home reception room to detoxify You Xiaoran.

But I didn't know that until midnight, Michiko Ikeda rushed into the room and climbed onto Zhao Jianhui's bed. When she thought of that section, Zhao Jianhui felt angry, he ***, who is the victim? Do you want to kill me because of this? It would be good if I don't kill you.

As soon as she heard Zhao Jianhui say such words, Michiko Ikeda couldn't help but be furious. Her face turned red and her eyes were staring at Zhao Jianhui like fire, and her hissing: "You bastard, I want to kill you... and kill you..." As she said, she lowered her head and crashed into Zhao Jianhui's arms.

Because the dagger in Michiko Ikeda's hand had been knocked to the ground, and she recognized that this woman was the oriental beauty who had had a night-long relationship with her. Although she had been shouting fiercely to kill herself, how could Zhao Jianhui take her seriously? Who knew that one of his arms was grabbed by him and actually came up with such a "iron-headed skill"?

When Michiko Ikeda hit her head in her heart, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but fall onto the tatami behind her. Michiko Ikeda, who was grabbed by one of his arms, was leaning forward, and under him, he suddenly fell down and pressed on Zhao Jianhui.

A very strange scene appeared in the room. The woman who wanted to kill someone just now actually rode on the object of her assassination. The two of them had chests close to their chests, and their faces were facing each other. Michiko Ikeda's legs were sitting on Zhao Jianhui's body. The man under him was only wearing loose shorts. The more shameful the scene was, the more strange the scene was.

At the same time, Michiko Ikeda's body continued to spray a stream of elegant fragrance from her mouth and nose.

"Uh... I seem to remember you said that you don't apply any powder, perfume, etc...." Zhao Jianhui said, and squeezing his nose twice.

"Ah!...Stop!!!...How dare you...you big pervert!!!!" Sitting on the man's waist, feeling the bulging ball in his place, Michiko Ikeda couldn't help but feel panic. She shouted angrily, although her body twisted desperately, she still couldn't break free from the man's clutch.

With a beautiful woman in her arms, her soft and fragrant fragrance, she was revived by the anger that was aroused by Liu Qian in the morning. In addition, the woman riding on her body had already had that relationship with her. Facing Michiko Ikeda, Zhao Jianhui had no guilt at all. He just felt that this woman could be violated by him...

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianhui's lower body was already extremely hard, and Xiao Xiaohui was erect and stood on her buttocks blankly. If it weren't for the two obstacles, it would have been eager to find a gap.

Zhao Jianhui put one hand on her slender waist and the other hand around her neck. When his body turned, it had turned into a man and a woman. As soon as Zhao Jianhui lowered his head, he kissed Michiko Ikeda's soft cherry lips.

Michiko Ikeda pushed Zhao Jianhui's body that was constantly pressing down with one hand, and grabbed his neck with the other. But Zhao Jianhui didn't care that his neck was getting tighter and tighter as he pinched it. His hot lips tightly pressed against her cherry lips, freeing up one hand to grab her tall part.

"Uh, you bastard... let go... wuwu..." Michiko Ikeda struggled, but she felt the strong movements of the man on her body more and more.

Listening to the moans from her mouth, Zhao Jianhui felt very comfortable and excited all over. His hand quickly unbuttoned Michiko Ikeda's upper body, and then slid down to her waist along the skin exposed to the moonlight. With a very slight clicking sound, Zhao Jianhui unbuttoned the belt around her waist with just one hand. Then, the restless hand still wandered down...

"Ah!!!...Ah!...No... there..." Michiko Ikeda suddenly arched her body and trembled for a moment. She felt that her most important part had fallen. She blushed and motionless in a daze. She let the man on her body press on her, lifted one foot, and kicked her tight pants down.

Zhao Jianhui's hand gently stroked her beautiful legs. The pink feeling felt surprisingly good through the stockings, which made Zhao Jianhui unable to help but shook his mind.

"Well...ah..." Although Michiko Ikeda had given birth to a child, she obviously had not adapted to being pressed under her body like this. She twisted her body hard, but she knew that this twisting would make the man unable to stand it.

Zhao Jianhui raised his upper body and revealed his muscles. His legs spread left and right, just spreading apart Michiko Ikeda's thighs. Michiko Ikeda looked at him with a fearful and resentful look, opening her mouth to breathe, but she couldn't say a word. Now, she knew clearly that with her own strength, hope was very slim to escape the bad luck from this man. She looked at Zhao Jianhui's excited face and slowly closed her eyes...

In her mind, she imagined the vague scene of this man hiring on her that day. Since she couldn't escape, she would accept it in humiliation...

However, after waiting for five or six minutes, she did not wait for the scene she imagined. She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the man was standing in front of her, without further action.

Michiko Ikeda was lying softly on the tatami, looking at Zhao Jianhui with a pair of beautiful eyes with confusion. She didn't know what the man was trying to stand like this. Her chest was undulating violently, her whole body was sweating profusely, and she was panting. Could it be that this person was thinking about torture herself in various ways?

"Huh...you go, don't appear in front of me from now on..." Zhao Jianhui let out a long sigh, reached out and grabbed the thin quilt on the tatami mat and draped it on his body, walked to the outer room and sat down, reached out and touched the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Michiko Ikeda was wearing clothes very fast. In less than two or three minutes, she had already put all the clothes that Zhao Jianhui took off on her body. Even the dagger that fell to the ground was picked up and held it in her hand. She walked to the opposite side of Zhao Jianhui, looked down at him and asked, "Why?"

Zhao Jianhui almost fainted by a puff of smoke, thinking to himself that you asked this question? I saw you angry just now, why are you not happy to let you go? Michiko Ikeda seemed to feel that her words had a big grammatical affair, and she couldn't help but blush, glaring at Zhao Jianhui fiercely, and whispered: "Don't you kill me? Even if you let me go today, I will still kill you..."

Zhao Jianhui raised his face and looked at her, shook his head and said, "It's up to you. I've said that I didn't blame me for the last time, but since you believe that I'm sorry for you, I have nothing to say. It's best not to meet between us. If we meet again next time, I may not show mercy again..."

"Hmph, as long as you don't regret it, it's all right. Who wants you to have any mercy?" Michiko Ikeda looked at Zhao Jianhui with a scrutiny, and turned around as she said: "You really don't kill me? Let me go?"

"What are you talking about? Be careful I will change my mind in a while..." Zhao Jianhui said impatiently. When Michiko Ikeda heard him say this, she immediately took a step back and then walked towards the window when she came...

"Wait..." Just as she stepped onto the windowsill with one foot, Zhao Jianhui shouted from behind. "What are you doing? Have you changed your mind now? You can do whatever you want. I know I can't escape." Michiko Ikeda slowly put down the beautiful foot that stepped onto the windowsill, turned around, and looked at Zhao Jianhui indifferently and said.

"I...I just want to ask you. Your sister said you have given birth to a child, that child..." Before Zhao Jianhui's flower could finish, Michiko Ikeda's body shook suddenly, and she said coldly in her voice: "That child is mine, it has nothing to do with you, don't... Don't think about it, there is only hatred between us, nothing else..."
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