Cai Xukun: Wrong love for the bride
  • weiyimo
    weiyimo
    Really... don't hate me...?
  • Wei Yimo asked again. There was caution and disbelief hidden in her words. Obviously, everyone hated her to the core, why was the man in front of her still tolerating him.
  • fanchengcheng
    fanchengcheng
    Don't hate, and never have.
  • He repeated the answer clearly. When she heard Fan Chengcheng's reply from the bottom of her heart, Wei Yimo smiled lightly with relief, and his eyes suddenly wetted.
  • He gradually couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face. Did his words mean years of neglect and ignorance? Wei Yimo, she really owed Fan Chengcheng too much...
  • weiyimo
    weiyimo
    What a fool! Why did you...
  • Before she finished the second half of her sentence, her words were stuck in her throat. Fan Chengcheng approached her, and his warm breath sprayed on Wei Yimo's cheeks. The soft pink lips printed on her red lips, and time seemed to stand still here...
  • Fan Chengcheng was punishing her, so he bit Wei Yimo's lower lip fiercely. She let him bite, and then a bloody smell permeated between the two people's lips and tongues.
  • She was kissed by him so hard that she couldn't breathe, her cheeks were a little red, and her heart started to pound, but Fan Chengcheng didn't mean to let go. At this moment, he was like a beast that had been hungry for a long time, and now he was starting to love The prey is crazy.
  • Wei Yimo's arm resisted Fan Chengcheng's chest, slapping and whining. Fan Chengcheng still didn't move, but became more presumptuous.
  • Fan Chengcheng's slender white fingers slowly passed through Wei Yimo's hair. He hugged her on both sides of her head, not allowing her to have a hint of resistance and reluctance, and desperately and frantically looted.
  • weiyimo
    weiyimo
    Uh, uh uh...
  • No matter how she struggled, Fan Chengcheng refused to let go, and the tears of someone she didn't know slowly slipped down and fell between the lips and tongues of the two, with a faint bitter taste.
  • She stopped struggling, he stopped being violent.
  • She began to cooperate actively, and he gradually became gentle.
  • weiyimo
    weiyimo
    Fan Chengcheng!!!
  • She was a little warm and angry, but Fan Chengcheng stretched out his index finger and pressed it against his lips to make a silent movement. Everything became mysterious, and there seemed to be the sound of a police car beside his ears.
  • Suddenly far and near...
  • fanchengcheng
    fanchengcheng
    Shhh, Yimo, don't talk, listen, Lin Yanjun called the police...
  • Wei Yimo pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and sure enough, his eyes widened in the next second, and he began to try to stand up and escape, and Fan Chengcheng wrapped his hands around her, hugged her in his arms, and lay on her neck. Breathing.
  • fanchengcheng
    fanchengcheng
    Yi Mo, don't try to escape anymore, because it's too late...
  • Fan Chengcheng said softly, as if coaxing a child, Wei Yimo began to bite Fan Chengcheng's arm madly, using all his strength, blood stains clearly seeped into his clothes.
  • But Fan Chengcheng's expression was not displeased. He silently endured the pain, but smiled, looked down at the woman in his arms, and stroked her flushed cheek with his other hand.
  • fanchengcheng
    fanchengcheng
    Yi Mo, don't hate me, what you have done will have consequences, you owe Amperan a life...
  • weiyimo
    weiyimo
    Chengcheng, I beg you, save me, save me, I don't want, don't...
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Don't hate me