First Lady

Ming Ye's hands trembled a little, he sat by the bed, took out his cigarettes and smoked one by one.

Lan Shan slept soundly on the bed, she didn't know when she would wake up.

In fact, Ming Ye secretly rejoices in his heart, which man doesn't like to get his beloved woman for the first time, that only shows that she belongs to her completely.

But... languishing her... she is plotting against him again tonight...

Watching her drink the aphrodisiac, she foolishly thought that she was not feeling well. [

Mingye is never afraid of someone drugging him, because even if he is drugged, no one will be able to succeed. The previous decline is an example. No matter how strong the drug she prescribed, no matter how much torture Mingye suffered, she never touched the previous one. That recession.

But it's different now, he can endure all kinds of pain, but he can't watch her suffer even a little...

Knowing that all of this was directed and acted by herself, but seeing her tortured by the medicine, she still compromised.

Everyone knows that depression is his Ming Ye's weakness, look, even she knows it, so... she put the medicine on herself, right?

Mingye didn't understand, why did Lanshan do this?

Now that you know him well, don't you know that to him, even without the aphrodisiac, she is a fatal temptation to him.

He had always wanted to be in decline, but he didn't expect it to end up in this way.

Mingye suddenly felt very powerless and uncomfortable...

Worse than seeing those photos?

He always thought that the current recession was completely different from the previous one, that one disgusted him, made him sick, and this one made him love it, and made him feel distressed.

But one day the woman he loved suddenly showed the appearance he hated the most. After that disappointment, deep despair followed.

The more you love someone, the less you can tolerate her deceit.

The smoke caught between the index finger and middle finger had burned to the end at some point, and it was so hot that Mingye felt a pain in his fingers, and the cigarette butt fell on the wool carpet, burning a small piece of black gray, and the white carpet became very pale. ugly.

On the bed, Lan Shan dreamed of something, she frowned, and moved uneasily, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were not stained with a speck of dust, but she was like a sleeping princess in an ancient castle, letting time pass by, just waiting for someone One day a year the prince came and kissed her awake.

Tomorrow night, I just watched obsessively until... until the sky was bright and the sun was shining...