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His small face that seemed like a talisman drawing demon was in deep pain, his low moans were choked with emotions that sounded like pleas, and his light, shallow breathing was continuously accelerating, coiling around Xiao Menghan's entire body, stirring up his body and mind that had been dormant for more than twenty years.

Xiao Menghan tensed up even more, he tried his best to get rid of it, but it was just that face that made it difficult for Xiao Menghan to say anything, and he just couldn't do it. His heart ached.

He should have opened the door and thrown her out, deserved to see the results. He should have called Han Yong to take her away, countless of times he should have been able to do so.

Xiao Menghan didn't know what happened in the end, but he walked over to the fridge and took out an ice box. There was ice from the hotel specially prepared for customers to go with the red wine.

Every cell in her body was trembling as her mind was constantly soaring into the sky along with the waves. Her world was being submerged by the rhythm of ice and fire, and an indescribably wonderful feeling flowed through her.

The liquid flowed down from the corner of his eyes and his consciousness was pulled and torn by an invisible hand, sinking into the swamp.

She was paralyzed, allowing the coldness to spread out from a certain place. It engulfed the flames, causing them to submerge and crush her.

A helpless and long mumble came from Mo Xiaoran's mouth and slowly floated in the air. Her long eyelashes trembled as she swept her gaze across the air and slowly opened her eyes.

Her charming eyes were like silk, as an endless wind lightly blew through those half-hidden eyes. This was the first time Xiao Menghan felt that a woman could be very beautiful, and her beauty was even more radiant than the stars in the sky.

His heart throbbed, as if possessed by a demon. He lowered his head and lightly fell on the drop of blood. His eyes met the drop of tear that was slowly sliding down.

Xiao Menghan's figure froze as the smell of blood pervaded his tongue. This was not the first time he had tasted blood.

He could not remember how many times he had tasted the blood, but this time it was different. Her blood was a little more sweet and sweet than his own.

Xiao Menghan's hands moved even faster, as he looked at her dazed eyes.

Xiao Menghan felt his throat become extremely dry.

"Ah!" Countless fireworks bloomed, illuminating Mo Xiaoran's world. Her eyes became misty, and in an instant, a beautiful light blossomed from the corner of her eyes.

Without any strength, he went limp and the feeling he felt just now made Mo Xiaoran shout uncontrollably.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

After a long time, Mo Xiaoran finally moved. She raised her head and looked at her surroundings.

After struggling to support his body, Mo Xiaoran heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. On the bedside table, there was an open ice box, and inside it, there were a lot of ice cubes that were still melting.

Mo Xiaoran's clothes were already drenched. She didn't know if it was her sweat or water, but she struggled to get up. In the room, other than the aroma of coffee, there was also the smell of a mature man.

She felt as if she were looking down on all living things from a vantage point, as if she were looking at a stranger.

His clothes could no longer be worn. Mo Xiaoran used a large towel to dry his clothes, and took off the exploding hair wig on his head, revealing his long hair that was like a waterfall.