The Little Midnight Bride

"You are not in good health, can you play with women?" Lei Li's face was expressionless, and his tone was so calm that he could hardly hear his emotions. (www>

The cold aura approached from behind, making him tremble like cold iron.

He thought that Lei Lie would pounce on him and occupy his body, so he couldn't help curling up his body, preparing for such a humiliation, but he didn't expect that in the next second, there was a loud noise in his ear.

Snapped--

It was the horrible sound of the belt cutting through the weather. He didn't feel any pain in his body, but a hurricane came from his ear, and he stared at the phone by the bed in bursts, and his body was instantly smashed to pieces. [

Hiss, Huangfu Ye took a deep breath, eyes full of fear.

Even if the belt falls on the phone, what if it falls on his delicate skin...?He dare not even think about it!

"Lei Li...Che, don't... mess around, don't mess around..." He stammered, he couldn't even speak smoothly.

A gust of wind blew through the left ear one second, and a gust of gust blew through the right ear the next second, and the wooden headboard of the bed was instantly smashed to pieces.

Huangfu Ye was tense, he didn't know if Lei Li was warming up, or if the belt would fall on him in the next second.

Scared, this is the first time he has seen Lei Chai like this, usually he would make a fuss whenever he wanted, and he would just scare him with his mouth, he never did anything serious.

He didn't forget that Lei Li was a real underworld, and it's not that he didn't hear that he was always ruthless and never soft on others.

It's just that he had never really touched him before.

Snapped--

Another strong wind blew past his ears, Huangfu Ye was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, for fear that the belt would fall on his body if he moved a bit.

But every loud noise in the ear is a mental torture. Really, that kind of torture is no less than real physical pain.

But every loud noise in the ear is a mental torture. Really, that kind of torture is no less than real physical pain.

He was soft, he gave in, he begged for mercy, begging for mercy in fright: "Crack... I... I was wrong... I was wrong... Please... Please... don't scare me..."

"What's wrong?" His voice was as cold as iron.

Moreover, he didn't stop the whip in his hand at all, the whole bed was completely unrecognizable by the belt under his hand, and the sheets were horribly broken one by one.