Doting on the Masked Wife

As if venting his hatred and anger, he was more brutal when he penetrated into her body, and the attack was more intense, more brutal, and severely squeezed all her tenderness.

If she was awake, she would definitely be the same as before, frowning tightly, wrinkling her little face in pain, her pale face screaming out in pain.

But she won't say anything now.

While attacking fiercely like venting, the man kissed those delicate lips deeply like the most infatuated lover.

The slender hands pinched the soft waist fiercely, even leaving bruises on the delicate and white skin.

He turned his handsome face sideways, and with a hoarse and sexy voice, he uttered extremely resentful and evil words in the ear of the motionless man.

"Do you know how I deal with assassins who dare to offend me?"

"I asked someone to drag him down, cut off his legs piece by piece, and crushed his fingers inch by inch, so that he would have to live or die!"

"Tong'er, I should let you see for yourself how I made that life worse than death!"

"Oh, by the way, I forgot, you once saw with your own eyes how your father was tortured to death by me, and you also hated me from then on and wished that I would die... So, you don't want to die if you see anything." There will be no other feelings, anyway, you hate me so much, right?"

"Sometimes, I think it's good that you are like this. You don't defy me, you don't resist me, you don't want to escape, you don't attract others. Anyway, I can get your body at any time. But sometimes, I will Missing you from the past, talking to me...in fact, I am a sad and pitiful person, facing me...hate me so much that I want to tear my bones to ashes, and... once said that it will be forever You who guard me by my side..."

The man suddenly stopped all his words, as if he thought it was ridiculous to be like this.

He cursed in a low voice, he didn't know whether it was self-deprecating or cursing someone, but suddenly he pressed his thin sexy lips hard on the snow-white face below him.

Sucking her bloodless lips fiercely, he blocked all his almost uncontrollable words.

With every attacking movement, the man's gloomy eyes became more gloomy and bottomless.

With every attacking movement, the black lotus on the man's back was more and more tightly coiled by the black snake with its head raised and its snake letter out.

Drops of sweat slipped from his back due to the intense movement, and fell onto the woman's slender, snow-white figure.

Only his almost frantic demands and almost venting attack caused a brief blush to appear on her snow-white face.

And those beautiful eyes that were once all over the world have always been tightly closed, and they have never been opened amidst the intense entanglement.

Even his violent attacks, even his language of resentment.

The man picked up the slender figure, placed her on the luxurious purple seat, adjusted her into a suitable posture, and then separated her delicate and white legs with his strong long legs, and continued to start a new life savagely. A round of offense.

And tremblingly, Angel was following the strange voice, step by step, barefoot, walked out of his maid's room, walked on the carpet in the corridor step by step, and walked deep into the corridor.

The sound is getting closer.

Even the most innocent people can hear the low gasps and growls, their faces flushed.

Angel looked hesitantly at the room not far ahead, the most taboo place in the legend.

The blushing voice came from there, and she looked there hesitantly and timidly, as if looking at Pandora's box, as long as she approached and opened it, it would lead to the most terrible results.