Youmeng's thoughts turned into blank in an instant, and she burst into tears. Her eyes were blurred and she couldn't see anything clearly.

The heat he brought and the urgent possessiveness collided with the chill in her heart. This time he did not bite her, and focused on touching her lips and tongue.

He knew how to express his pampering. Although his tenderness was always wrapped in dominance, he was sure that he would not do this to others.

She didn't want to lose control so that she could make the tears fall even more fiercely, so she had to close her eyes and sobbed and responded to him. She seemed a little scared, and she didn't dare to kiss him under her own guard. He kissed him for no reason, and did not hesitate to sink into the abyss and be entangled, trying to force her to exude her depressed enthusiasm.

She didn't know when she started to become so obsessed with him. She wanted his kiss and wanted him to prove how much she cared about her. She unconsciously raised her hands and tried to block his neck.

Just when Youmeng was in a state of confusion and was about to fall completely, she suddenly woke up, stopped her hands from hugging him, and instead pushed him away with great force.

Su Zhi stared at her unhappily, her eyes were full of tears, with anger, and her tone was cold: "What do you want to do?"

Seeing the tears on her face and the tip of her crying red nose, his eyes became soft, but Youmeng stared at him with a cold light like a blade: "At the beginning, you were like this. Whether I wanted to or not, I would confuse me with one kiss after another, and then I became more and more obedient until I possessed me, and I would always be so domineering and unreasonable!"

The past she accused of seemed a bit strangely sweet to him at this moment. He reached out to hug her cheek and wiped her tears: "Let me see your wound."

The tone was no longer so cold and showed obvious care. Youmeng stubbornly turned her face: "What's the injury? I don't know what you are talking about."

"The wound on your back." He couldn't bear it, "I saw someone hurt you with my own eyes, and you vomited blood."

Youmeng looked back at him with tears in his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be asking him: Do you know why I was injured?

She mistakenly thought Qi Miao was him, and she didn't think about anything when she saw the danger. She pounced on her, resisting her weak body, and almost died.

Forget it, it's already like this, what's the point of saying those?

She smiled sadly, turned around and lowered: "The wound has been healed, so I don't have to worry about you."

After all, he was a lucky person. Now this injury has become a lesson, a satire of self-indulgence, which makes her heart very sad when she thinks about it.

She deliberately acted indifferent and alienated, and refused to give up, "I'm not relieved if I don't confirm your injury with my own eyes."

Youmeng didn't care about his false concern at this time, but learned from the lessons he had learned last time in the Shuixi Pavilion and knew that it was useless to disobey him. He could use strength at any time, so he turned around indifferently, unbuttoned his waistband with great calmness, and opened his upper robes from his shoulders. In an instant, his thin clothes took off his shoulders and fell from his eyes, revealing her fair back.

She said coldly with indifferent arrogance: "If you want to see it, just look."

Anyway, she had given her whole body, so she had nothing to be afraid of, so what if she was willing to do it?

Her back was smooth and there was nothing else except the laces of her heart-dress. She stood up and concave her back in a beautiful curve. The stunning stunning moon made his eyes tremble slightly, and he felt a little drunk, and he almost lost his mind.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, stroked her delicate skin as snow, and wandered upwards along the deep spinal gully, stopping between the beautiful butterfly bones - there was a red mark there. Although the scars had faded a lot, a little trace could still be seen, slightly redder than the skin elsewhere, like a pink cloud.

His heart aches, and his fingertips were unconsciously weak and bent, reflecting his inner hesitation. Finally, he still reluctantly touched the red mark with care and used all his tenderness, as if the warmth of his palm and his love was the best healing medicine.

Youmeng was very sensitive to being touched by his slightly cold fingers like this. Although she had tried her best to endure it, she could not help but tremble slightly.

The love reached deeper, he leaned over and pushed his face close to her back, trying to kiss the scar, but he stopped.

Youmeng felt his breath sprinkling on his back, not removing his body, but just sat silently like a jade carving, with his drooping eyes empty and unsightly.

She didn't care what he wanted to do, and her heart hurt so much that she felt numb.

He hesitated for a while, and finally took back his lips, picked up her shirt with his own hands, gently put it back on her shoulders, held her shoulders and said, "Go to bed early."

Youmeng was stunned and didn't expect that he would do this. With the opportunity of her resistance, he actually stopped his desires.

He never did this before.
Chapter completed!