Suddenly, he became so indifferent. He thought it was her active choice of position, which seemed more convenient, and he was very satisfied.

The man's cold eyes penetrated through the mask, looked down at the prey in his arms, and said in a whisper: "What did you call me just now?"

Youmeng kept silent and focused on how to push him away, but when she hit the wall, she didn't pay attention to it, and accidentally made her right hand buckle and fell between her back and the wall. She was pressed tightly by her body, and she couldn't even pull out her strength after being able to do it.

"Bad guy?" He looked at her struggle coldly, his tone made people feel chilled, "It seems that if I don't do anything bad to you today, I'm sorry for the good name you gave me."

"You...you are shameless!" Youmeng was extremely panicked, and his left hand pressed against him desperately, and cursed angrily, "Poor thief! Let me go!"

"Shh, don't scream." He pointed his back slightly and stroked her cheeks. "I'll be very angry if it destroys the atmosphere."

Youmeng turned her face to the limit and she didn't want to be touched by him when she died, but his fingers were causing trouble on her ears and neck, which made her feel numb and itchy, making her feel even more uncomfortable.

Feeling her trembling as she held back, he stopped and smiled evilly: "Your Highness, you seem to be very scared?"

"Nonsense!" Youmeng glared at him angrily, "You don't even look at the dark night and windy night. You're in this uninhabited alley, but you're still meeting someone like you..."

After looking at his masked white face for a long time, she felt a little scared, paused, glanced away, and couldn't help but weaken: "A man like a ghost, aren't you afraid if you are?"

He held back his urge to laugh and said, "What are you afraid of? I won't hurt you."

Youmeng took a breath and said proudly: "Idiots believe you, who did you love me last time!"

"It's unreasonable." He turned his head and looked at her coldly, "If I don't help you with bone cutting, can your feet be so rigorous?"

She turned her mouth and said heartlessly: "I didn't ask you to treat you."

I have never seen such a rude woman. She guessed that he must think so.

However, he leaned down and pressed her tighter, gently hugged her face with his palm, and suddenly a...almost gentle tone was changed in her ear: "Tell me the truth, does it still hurt?"

She was stunned by surprise, forcing Leng Ao that had just been suppressed, and still said angrily: "My feet are indeed good, but if you bully me like this, don't expect me to thank you."

"That's right, it didn't make you feel in vain." He said calmly, "I have always been very confident in my methods."

Youmeng pushed him with his left hand sandwiched between the two of them: "Can you... don't bring your mask over! It's really scary, okay..."

"Look at it again." He leaned against the right person and charmed the hearts. "Don't you think that maintaining such a mysterious feeling also adds a lot of interest?"

Youmeng glanced at him disgustedly: "Who do you think you are? You are self-righteous, who wants you to be so irritated!"

She was so angry that she waved her hand to beat him, but he pressed her right hand to death on the wall. Now, both hands were imprisoned and she was completely immobile.

He looked at her like this and said, "Maybe the feeling I gave you was not deep enough last time, so that you forgot it so quickly? Why don't I revisit it with you this time and help you deepen your memory?"

As she said that, she pressed her face, turned her head to escape, and started to curse—

"Get out, bastard! What the hell are you trying to do!"

"You."

“…”

Youmeng was stunned for a moment, turned her head dullly, and slanted her incredible look. The smell was complicated, as if she was looking at a monster.

The atmosphere between the two seemed to be frozen, and it was so awkward for a while, but he seemed to have nothing happened, and still had a natural and indifferent tone: "How obvious, can't you see it?"

Youmeng rolled his eyes, but he could no longer do the same as before: "Can you speak well?"

He thought for a while: "Well, let's say it implicitly. I had already paid the deposit last time. Should I collect the accounts with interest this time?"

Youmeng's heart ignited: "Are you not sick? I don't even know what your name is. I dare to ask you, where did I offend you? You have to humiliate me again and again!"

He calmly said, "There is no grudge between us or grudges."

"Then you still treat me like this? What about the most basic reserve in life?"

"Hmph." He retorted, "You are a dignified princess who lingered in the land of love and mistresses many times, and even accepted the silk squids from strange men. How dare you talk about your modesty with me?"

"Hey, this is not the same!" Youmeng curled her lips and disdained to argue with her, "Don't confuse me with you."

"Then what's different, what do you think?"

Her light stroked at him in disgust: "The music score in your hand was given to me by a musician. He is noble in nature and is not close to women. He is definitely not like you... despicable, shameless, lewd and vulgar, very annoying!"

"Are you satisfied with scolding?"

At this moment, Youmeng felt very exhausted. If she could, she wanted to reward him with all the words of cursing in the world without saying a word!

He had no smile or anger in his words, so he was even more intriguing: "Even if you don't believe it, I will tell you. The musician you mentioned is actually not different from the me in front of you."

After speaking, his idle left hand reached to his jaw, grabbed the corner of the mask and gently lifted it. The "white face" reflected in her light came from bottom to top and slowly fell down, and the jade face gradually appeared under the moon-

Before Youmeng could not have expected it, she was about to look back at him, but in the gap that she had not seen clearly, she was covered by an inexplicable "black fog". When she realized that she was already pitch black in front of her and could not see anything.

It turned out that he had covered the mask he had taken down on her eyes, followed by it and dropped his lips, closed it instantly, and ate her shocked screams.

He was like the darkness of the night, darkening into a deep obsession. From the moment he met her tonight, he had no intention of letting her go.

She was pressed against the wall helplessly, her arms were numb, and her eyes were blind. Except for the obvious feeling of her mouth, her whole body seemed to be almost no longer her.

Mianpu and moan, he controlled the rhythm slowly. This was not the first time he tasted her lips, but it was more delicious than last time. Her upper lip was slightly thinner, her lower lip was soft and plump, and she was slightly raised because of her anger. It was simply a silent seduction that made him unable to control his biting.

"pain……"

She moaned vaguely, with a tremor in her throat, which was caused by fear, but she was confused and had a little coquettish sense.

He heard it clearly, not only did not let her go, but sucked it harder. He still remembered it vividly. How did she bit his lips in pain when she was tying the bone that day? Now this is a great opportunity. He could do whatever he wanted and return it back even more. How could he let her go easily?
Chapter completed!