Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 645 The Shackles of Evil (14)

She was keenly aware that something was wrong, but it was too late.

His head slowly dropped down, propping his arms, and lying on the table.

He closed his eyes without even taking off his glasses.

Slender and delicate shoulders, a fair and beautiful face, and long hair curled like seaweed.

She was like a little princess who had fallen under a malevolent spell, breathing lightly, her lips parted slightly.

At some point, the rain outside the window became heavier and heavier.Even, there was a dull thunder in the distance.

It was as if someone was continuously beating drums in the sky, one sound after another, accompanied by the sound of rain, was about to hammer into the bottom of people's hearts.

The windows are not closed so the wind blows in from time to time.

Blowing icy raindrops into this warm and bright apartment seemed to bring chills to the woman at the desk.

She fell asleep very quickly, as if she fell asleep the first second she lay down.

She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, her slender and soft eyelashes were like cattail fans, motionless.

The lampshade beside the desk gathered the yellow light and shone on her profile.

It was as if a layer of soft veil had been cast over her bright and beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Next to it, the glass of water that had just been drunk seemed to still have the wetness she had sipped.

Quietly, as if everything was accompanied by her falling asleep, and fell into a deep sleep.

The clock on the wall was turning every second, and the sound was hidden in the sound of the rain outside the window.

As time passed, a shadow fell silently beside the woman.

With the coldness and dampness of the rainy night, just like that, it touched the skin of her bare arm.

She probably sensed something, and her exquisite brows frowned slightly.

I want to wake up, but I can't bear the overwhelming drowsiness.

The eyelids were as heavy as a jack, and they couldn't be opened at all.

In the last sliver of clarity, she felt that her body was wrapped around a poisonous snake, and the icy snake spit on her neck, bringing an incomparably penetrating chill.

Every inch of scale on that huge poisonous snake seemed to be tightly attached to her skin.

The powerful body entwined her tightly as if catching prey.

She felt the temperatureless snake tail skimming over every inch of her body, and she couldn't struggle, because the more she struggled, the tighter she would be entangled.

The woman's eyelashes trembled, and her body trembled physiologically.

The little white rabbit, who had no power to resist, had her long hair pushed back and her cheeks were gently stroked.

Little by little, as if treating a unique artwork, the soft obsession is unbelievable.

Forehead, Eyebrows, Nose, Ears, Lips.
Everything is so beautiful and perfect, to the touch, it is like fresh soft tofu.

Arms, back, waist, pelvis.
Every inch of the skeleton is as if carefully crafted by God, exquisite and coordinated.

Those hands, so pale that you can see veins and veins, admired this excellent work of art tenderly and irresistibly.

When he touched her warm skin, he became more and more excited, touching her constantly, as if he wanted to completely take her as his own.

The woman fell into a deep sleep, but her brows were furrowed, as if she was sleeping restlessly.

Soon, she was picked up horizontally, she didn't even wear shoes, her bare feet were white and tender.

When the rain outside stopped, the people inside had long since disappeared.

Even the woman who fell asleep on the desk disappeared together.

The curtain was blown open, and the whistling wind sounded like a sigh, and soon, there was no sound.

(End of this chapter)