Doting on the Masked Wife

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Edson Castle.

In the room at the end of the corridor.

Tong'er was lying on the bed. A mask was on her face. Only the fear and hatred in her eyes could not be concealed. She looked at Murong Lie. Murong Lie was also looking at her.

"You said. Are you amnesia?"

Murong Lie looked at her and asked softly.

Tong'er inexplicably felt flustered. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. Her throat was extremely dry.

Murong Lie looked at her, and suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he almost fell down.

Tong'er turned over and got up from the bed. She looked at him inexplicably in horror. She didn't know what happened to this terrible demon.

Murong Lie laughed so hard that he was out of breath. He rubbed his face with his hands, then turned his head to look at Tonger on the bed, and said with a smile, "I thought you really wanted to use this trick with me. Ning Tong'er, aren't you the best at acting, the best at quibbling, and the best at cleaning yourself up with innocence? I didn't expect you...hahahaha..."

Tong'er looked at him in horror. She slowly put her feet under the bed. She wanted to escape. She said in a low voice, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

Murong Lie's smile stopped suddenly. Seeing his expressionless face suddenly, Tong'er felt that this person turned his face faster than turning the page of a book. The real thing was his moodiness. He couldn't guess what he was really thinking or what emotion it was.

Murong Lie looked at her coldly, and said coldly: "Ning Tonger, I've heard your words many times before. Change to something new. Or you can't find new tricks to lie to me."

Tong'er put her hand on the bed and looked at him in surprise: "What are you talking about?"

A trace of confusion flashed from hatred in her eyes, and she suddenly said in surprise: "Did you misunderstand something? You want to take revenge and find the wrong person."

Now she is sure that Murong Lie is seeking revenge on the wrong person.

Murong Lie looked at her fixedly, and suddenly sneered: "I thought there was some new trick. Ning Tonger. You are not as good at acting as before. This new joke is not funny at all."

"You really……"

Murong Lie was already getting impatient. With a pull of his hand, he pulled her over: "Do you think I came to your room to listen to your explanation? I'll leave these words for you to tell your new husband, Han Qingyi." .I'm not interested in hearing your lies. I've heard enough."

He lowered his head and said with a half-smile: "You mean, you are a beautiful little liar."

Tong'er turned over and wanted to push him away: "I don't know you at all. There must be a misunderstanding here."

Murong Lie laughed: "You really want to play a game of amnesia with me?"

He smiled wickedly: "It's okay. I'll let you remember."

..he didn't believe her at all.

This must be her new trick. A boring trick.

She is lying to him again.

Tong'er only felt that she was dead and would not die with peace. Everything in front of her eyes was like a huge black whirlpool, dragging her down crazily. And she didn't even know who the black hand behind her was.

The man in front of her is an earl. But she doesn't even know who he is, so he considers him an enemy.

Not to mention his hatred for her. And the pain and palpitations she will feel when she gets close to him...

She seemed to be in a fog. It made her wonder if everything she experienced was real.

However, what Murong Lie did next made her feel very real.

**

The night is getting darker. The moonlight outside the window is cold and lonely. But the high temperature in the extravagant bedroom can't dissipate.

On the carpet next to the bed. Silk scarves and quilts had already fallen all over the floor. A bronze-colored robust body covered a slender, white figure, constantly rising and falling.

I can't remember how many times it was. Tong'er just felt like he was going to faint.

But the demon still didn't let her go.

The burning kiss that landed on her body. The tactile sensation is still so clear. Even if she wants to force herself to ignore it, she can't ignore it.

The fiery kiss fell on the towering top of Bai Nen's chest in the shadow. It slid all the way down from the flat and soft lower abdomen. Murong Lie suddenly raised his head. The corner of his mouth curled up like a smile, but it was absolutely evil and mocking: "Ning Tonger, you are actually intoxicated too."

Tong'er was under him, her slender shoulders trembling slightly.

After several intense clouds and rains, her long black hair was already tangled together, billowing like seaweed on the bed, in stark contrast to her slender, snow-white body.

Her forehead was already wet with sweat. Even her eyelashes were stained with sweat shed from exhaustion, or tears shed from the depths of passion.

Tong'er didn't know how to deal with herself anymore.

She didn't know why this happened.

Is it because the body has its own consciousness, the power of desire is too strong, or is it true that she is such a shameless woman.

she hates herself.

It's not that she doesn't hate the man who makes trouble on her. But it's herself who is more hateful and ashamed.

Such a terrible man who forcibly plundered her. Why did she seem to be aroused with desire? For some reason, her body seemed to be very familiar with him. Gradually, it began to automatically cater to him.

Even at one point. They have the feeling of melting water.

This feeling is even more embarrassing.

Is there a more shameless woman than her?

Why is it like this? Could it be that day and night and the sex on the plane that made her get used to him robbing her, getting used to all the hateful things he did to her.

She turned out to be such a shameless woman in essence.

She has never felt sorry for Han Qingyi like this moment.

I'm sorry, Brother Qing Yi.

Tong'er was extremely ashamed. She turned her head and bit the silk pillow cover. Her face was flushed and she wished she could kill herself.

But Murong Lie didn't let her go. He did it on purpose.

As if taking pleasure in humiliating her.

He lowered his head, lifted the mask on her face, pinched her cheek, and said with a gleeful smile: "Why, I feel sorry for Han Qingyi."

In fact, he was just talking like this. But Tonger turned her head and covered her eyes with her hands. Such behavior undoubtedly acquiesced to his words.

Murong Lie's smiling eyes suddenly turned cold.

He told himself in his heart that he wouldn't have any mood swings because of her. She just liked Han Qingyi, didn't he? It's not like he didn't know. But his heart was clearly being pricked by a needle. It was sore and numb. It was the sting of jealousy.

He gritted his teeth suddenly. He pinched her cheek and forced her to turn her face away. Then he kissed her down fiercely. At the same time, he entered between her legs again, conquering the city.

Tong'er suddenly opened her eyes wide. The tingling pain on the tip of her tongue was bitten by him as punishment. But the pain between her legs was even more unavoidable.

She looked at him with hatred. He was also looking at her. And with a sneer: "It wasn't like this just now. Wasn't it very intoxicated just now. It seems that I have to do it a few more times."

As he said that, he stood up again. Tong'er was once again caught in the storm.

I don't know when. The moon outside the window quietly disappeared. It hid in the thick clouds. Probably because I was so ashamed by the beautiful spring scenery in the room that I wanted to hide.

**

A long time passed. The night outside the window was dark, and the moonlight was so faint that it was almost impossible to find it. In the extravagant bedroom, only a small dim light remained. Added a bit of ambiguity.

On the luxurious big bed, Tong'er was leaning sideways, and Murong Lie was beside her.

An arm of Murong Lie was pressed under the neck by Tong'er. Her slender body was pressed against his chest, and she fell asleep exhausted.

Murong Lie put one hand on her shoulder and propped up his upper body with the other. He lowered his head and almost couldn't help kissing the cheek of the person in his arms. However, the moment he lowered his head, his lips had just touched her delicate cheek. As if awakened suddenly, his chest heaved suddenly, and he raised his head suddenly.

As if he couldn't accept his own weakness. He raised his hand and rubbed his face. Then he covered his eyes with his hand. His teeth were clenched..

He hates her.

But. He can hardly control himself. He is always bewitched by her again and again.

He has never been a weak person. Only in front of her. He is not like himself.

From the moment she was hit by his car and raised his head, he was fascinated by her eyes. He can never go out again. He can never forget it.

From beginning to end, I only loved this one person.

It's just that her heart is more cruel and cold than his. And she is more cruel than him. She will use the most innocent smile to disguise herself, and let him fall into the mud again and again. It's hard for him.

It's not that he doesn't know. He knows everything.

But what is he doing.

Still thinking about kissing her while she was asleep. And then. Couldn't help but want to pet her. Then she explained that everything was a misunderstanding.. He would be stupid to believe it.

It turns out that it is not impossible for those stupid kings in ancient times not to do such stupid things. They are so lustful and stupid.

Murong Lie's snow-white teeth were biting one after another, and his jaw was tensely twitching. A deep hatred flashed in his eyes. However, he hated Tong'er more than he hated Tong'er. Own.

..The color makes the mind faint. The weak self.

His chest undulates slightly. There are traces of Tonger's fingernails on the bronzed skin. The black lotus on the back and the black snake circling and swallowing on the lotus are constantly moving every time his chest undulates. .Almost like jumping out of his back alive at any moment.

The atmosphere of yinmi in the room changed slowly. It became indescribably evil. There was also a mysterious atmosphere lingering in the room.

Murong Lie put down his hands and closed his eyes quietly. Only the continuous slight ups and downs of his chest showed the churning emotions in his heart. Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly. Those black jewel-like eyes were faintly red. The light was shining. Suddenly, a strange and gorgeous red light flashed through his pupils. His face had become extremely condensed, and it carried an indescribable evil.