The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

Only then can Shenmu follow his gaze, look down at her ripped collar, and immediately frown, that bastard dares to leave marks on her body?

If I had known that that kick would have crushed his leg, it wouldn't be a good thing anyway.

Looking up again, seeing the handsome face of the man so close, she just felt a quiet desolation in her heart, he really had the expression of being cuckolded.

She simply withdrew her strength and didn't want to struggle needlessly. Her body was no longer tense and in a state of defense. She just smiled lightly, "Oh? Let's do it."

She was almost destroyed, and she didn't care if he wanted to do more.

Sometimes people are most afraid of being tired. Once the heart is tired, everything will feel boring.

Such a calm and indifferent attitude doubled the anger in the man's heart once again. Her expression seemed to be mocking him. She didn't care what he did.

Breathing violently, the breath from her nose sprayed on her skin. In the past, such a temperature would always make her heart burn, but now her whole body and heart are indifferent.

She is not a hypocritical woman, and she will explain some things if they are misunderstood. If it were in the past, she would definitely explain the hickey on this body.

Only now, she has no desire to explain.

"Gong Shenmu, Gong Shenmu," he called her name over and over again, with heavy panting, and boundless suppressed anger.

Pulling her body under the shower, César vigorously turned on the switch. He didn't even look at it, and even turned on the cold water directly.

The cold water poured down from above, landed on the top of Shenmu's head, and then dripped continuously along the hair. She was attacked by such coolness, and her whole body quickly cooled down.

This is cold water, is he really crazy?

The weather wasn't very cold, but it wasn't enough to take a bath in cold water. Besides, it was night and the temperature was very low. Shenmu soon shivered from the cold.

César looked coldly at the face that was still dripping with water, pale and silent, even his lips were frozen purple, and his hair was already wet, sticking to her skin.

But all the while, she didn't intend to speak, and except for frowning, her lips didn't intend to move.

She didn't want to talk, or she didn't bother to talk.

Such an indifferent attitude made the distress in his heart because of her embarrassment dissipate like smoke.

He squeezed her chin hard, and said word by word, "I will kill him."

No matter who that person is, he will definitely find him, and he will definitely kill him.

Shenmu didn't even lift her eyelids, the cold water never stopped, and her voice seemed to be stiff with cold, "Are you done venting?"

Who he wants to kill has nothing to do with her.

"If you're done venting, get out." Her eyes were like a piece of fine jade, but unfortunately they were cold and couldn't be warmed no matter how warm they were, "Turn me to death, César, it's not good for you."

She was very cold, her body was almost frozen, and she lost her nerve perception.

"Is this the end?" Dark green eyes were cold and evil, with contempt and ridicule, "I haven't started yet."

Following the falling voice, and the sound of the cloth being torn, the man at this time had already lost the patience to undress her, and directly tore it vigorously.

Before Shenmu could say anything, her warm and strong body had already covered her body, and her dark and purple body was blocked by fiery lips.

Her body is ice, and what is close to her is fire, with strong anger and fire, out of control, ice and fire.

Powerless to resist, she lowered her eyes and allowed herself to be ruthless, kisses that had nothing but revenge and ravage fell on her face and neck all the way, the soft plumpness being controlled by callused hands.

She couldn't tell whether it was the depth of the cold water flowing on her body, or the man's violence and hatred that made people nowhere to escape.

Ice and fire are two heavens, love and hate are also two heavens.

She was numb with discomfort, as if all the nerve endings had lost the ability to sense.

He was suffocating in pain, the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, wandering all the nerves in his body.

The water was too cold, his body was too hot, as if it was on fire, and he couldn't even tell what it was like.

All he knew was that the slender waist was held by his hands, and the moment his lower body pierced her body fiercely, hot liquid fell on his shoulders.

The cold water from the shower poured down like rain, but the heat was still so obvious.

Did she cry?

Even so, the movements under César's body were not in the slightest slow, and they were even stronger and more dense and crazy.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't make a single sound from her throat, and she didn't even groan even under his terrific torture.

The tear that seemed to be an illusion, like ink dripping in the clear water, was not obvious at first, but spread out in no time, dyeing the entire water surface in a faint dark color.

It wasn't until she vented completely in her body and finished the scene that César raised his hand to turn off the water.

There was no sound of water, and the entire bathroom fell silent, only the sound of the man's rough breathing remained.

He looked at the woman in his arms, her eyes were half closed, her breath seemed to be dead, there were still drops of water on her eyelashes, and she was trembling very slightly.

After staring at her nearly naked body for a few seconds, the boiling flame in her brain finally calmed down, turned on the hot water, and took off the pieces of cloth under her body.

She closed her eyes, and as soon as the shackles on her body were loosened, she hugged her body reflexively.

All these small and inconspicuous movements fell into César's eyes, and his hands that were about to help her scrub her body froze in vain, and in such a short time, he quickly continued to do what he was going to do as if nothing had happened. thing.

She didn't refuse, to be precise, she didn't respond at all, and she didn't even open her eyes.

Without saying a word, César lowered his head and helped her tidy up, then turned off the shower, wiped her body clean with a towel, and carried her out directly.

Lift the quilt and lay on the soft and warm bed.

Her face was pale, she didn't speak or express, but he knew she was awake, and he didn't follow into the quilt, he just volleyed over her body, his low voice was mixed with extremely strong irony, " If others want you, you can give it to me, I am your husband, you show me this face, for whom do you want to keep your chastity?"

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