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C19 Do You Miss Me

The warning was effective. Qi Luoge's arms relaxed and her body relaxed as well.

"That's more like it." He snorted with satisfaction.

His breathing was rapid, and the heat made her shudder. Disgusted by his body's instinctive reaction, he turned his head again, trying to escape his kiss.

He firmly held her in place and did not give her a chance to dodge.

It hurt, but he was punishing her for resisting.

No enthusiasm, he remembered. Every time he had touched her like this before she went to the wedding, she had responded warmly.

At that time, she was the most gentle and gentle of them all. A woman with bones, it was hard for him to stop. For some reason, he wished that she was still that obedient, sweet, little woman who would never resist him.

He whispered into her ear again, "Do you miss me?"

She couldn't hide the deep affection in her words. She thought that she must have heard wrong. He had no heart for such men.

In front of everyone, he was meticulously performing. So, Xue'er would love him deeply, and she had once naively wanted to grow old with him.

The corners of his mouth curled in irony as he asked him softly, "Do you think I would think of a hypocrite who looks different from his words? If you want to stay in bed, I'll accompany you whenever you want. Don't ask me questions like this in the future. "

Qiao Yushi's body stiffened and then he chuckled.

"From the looks of it, you dislike me very much right now?" "Is it because of Xue'er?"

"What do you think?" she asked him coldly. She was disgusted to hear the word "Xue'er" coming out of his mouth.

"Xue'er is very happy and satisfied in every aspect. I didn't let your good friend suffer any grievances, so you really have no reason to hate me. "

"Is that so? If she knew you were having an affair with her good friend, would she think so? She will die of grief! " Qi Luoge was not as calm and collected as Qiao Yushi. She was practically roaring in anger when she said those words to him.

"Will you let her know?" he asked her, smiling.

"Of course not."

"Isn't that fine? As long as you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, she'll always be happy. "

"Can't she feel it? You're on your honeymoon and you'll be back ten days earlier. She won't be sad or upset? "Xue'er is a sensitive person. Would she even suspect anything?"

"Darling, don't get excited. You don't need to analyze so much. Just tell me what you want. "

He kept staring at her chattering mouth, and before she could finish, he suddenly stopped her with a kiss.

He had been thinking about her sweetness all these days, and once he kissed her, he could no longer control himself.

Being pressed against the hard wall, Qi Luoge felt a slight pain in her back.

He was like a wolf, ferociously dealing with his prey, not allowing her to resist, not giving her a chance to breathe.

Her physical reaction to the separation was inevitable, but in her heart she rejected him even more.

"Darling." In her ears, a devilish smile tempted her.

"Don't call me that. It sounds disgusting. "If you want to come, then come. Don't be an annoying cat or a mouse!" Turn away from his breath, Qi Luoge said coldly.

"If you really eat it, then there's no meaning. I just like to watch your complicated expression change before eating it."

With a cold expression, Qi Luoge didn't answer him.

He could still remember her bashfully replying every time he asked her about it.

The small blush, seductive like a pool of spring water, stirred his heart to the point that it was flustered.

Remembering her seductive look at that time, he could not help it.

Picking up her messy clothes, he threw her onto the bed and pressed her down again.

"Open your eyes and look at me. When you are in love with me, you are not allowed to think about others!" he ordered after a pause.

"What if I want to? Actually, from the first time until now, I've been thinking about someone else every time. He is gentler and more considerate than you. If it were with him, I would feel very, very happy. " She opened her eyes and looked at him, saying provocative words. The look of longing on her face for another man was truly infuriating.

Hate him, wish he could have a knife to kill him, this devil bastard.

She knew that hitting him with words was more effective than a knife.

Sure enough, his face darkened, his eyebrows knitted together, and his fists subconsciously clenched tightly.

If she was a man, his fist would have definitely smashed down. This damned woman, she had always come to challenge his bottom line.

He was angry. He wanted her to give in.

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