The Little Midnight Bride

"Little fairy, do you want to die?" Young Master Di's kiss rolled in her mouth violently and lingeringly, and his body hit her softness even harder. o(∩_∩)o~~www>

"Um...um..." She panted intermittently, her voice lingering and broken in her throat.

Di Shao pressed her waist with one hand and rushed rhythmically, and clasped her hands with the other to stop her from moving. His lips moved from her lips to her ear temples, covering her ears, thick and heavy. Breathing out with words.

"Little fairy, tell me, what's wrong with you?"

She won't get angry for no reason, she just made her lose all reason, now she wakes up bit by bit, biting her earlobe and forcing her: "Hey, tell me, what's wrong?" [

"No...it's nothing...emphasis...emphasis..." Gu Xiaoyao's voice was panting heavily.

If it was any heavier, she would be able to bury herself in his arms and cry unscrupulously without making him suspicious.

There was an unstoppable tear gushing out of her eyes, she felt so fragile and wanted to cry, as if she was holding him tightly and pouring out all her fragility.

As expected, Young Master Di's movements became even more turbulent. He grinded her pierced ears with his teeth, and smiled softly, "I'll make more demands. Let's see how I deal with you."

Gu Xiaoyao curled up in his iron-hard chest to absorb the warmth. His chest was like Mount Tai, which filled her with a sense of security. She buried herself tightly in his arms, which could protect her from wind and rain.

Only in his hard chest can she accept everything silently, digest everything silently, pour out all sad emotions, and release all fear with tears.

She really wanted to yell loudly, but in fact she was not optimistic at all, she was not strong at all, she hoped that there was someone who could accept her fragility, and a hug that could hold all her tears like this...

That person is him, only him...

The hot and humid tears made Di Shao's heart tremble, he suddenly stopped, looked down at the woman in his arms, and pecked her lips with his lips.

"Did I hurt you? Idiot, if you can't stand it, you dare to shout louder..." He held her face in distress.

She shook her head, tears welling up uncontrollably.

She didn't say anything, avoiding his probing eyes, and pressed her face blurred with tears to his chest again: "Deeper, deeper, I want... I want... don't stop, don't stop, okay?"

In this way, she can unscrupulously vent, and unscrupulously digest the unbearable truth.