Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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Although she had been intimate once, she was still jerky and responded clumsily to him...

As if looking for a warm to rely on.

She is tired, really tired.

And this embrace is what she has been longing for all this time, so longing—almost her heart is going dry...[

For a moment, fragmented gasps caught them tightly.

It seems that they have never been far away, there is no separation between life and death.

There is no entanglement between love and hate, the hearts are so close at this moment, cuddling closely...

I don't know how long it took, all the passion has passed.

Qi Luoer lay on his chest dripping with sweat, not wanting to move.

Yue Wushang half-closed his eyes, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping, vaguely awake.

Although the smell of alcohol on his body has subsided a little, he hasn't really woken up yet.

His arms still held her loosely,

She lay on his chest, hearing the ebb and flow of the lake inside.

Lowering her eyes, she gently raised her hand to smooth his hair.

Hug him backhand.

With her arms around his thin waist, she suddenly felt some unevenness under her left arm, and she touched it subconsciously.

The left hand seemed to touch a scar...

She froze slightly, and from the corner of her eyes, she only saw a pale pink scar on his left rib.

About two inches wide, slightly sunken inwards...

Qi Luoer felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The dusty memory is like the cruelest knife, coming out of the body.

Six years ago, with that shocking knife attack, blood rained down...

came to her mind. [

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help touching the scar...

Yue Wushang's body froze slightly, his arms loosened——

How can there be scars?