Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Surrounded by warm water, the bathroom was filled with mist.

Su Shijie's face was extraordinarily handsome in the mist.

His broad fingers combed her hair, and the corners of his mouth curled up, with a consistent smile.

Chanel was a little confused, as if she knew Su Shijie just yesterday, she rashly rushed into the rose garden of Su's winery...

Su Shijie, Su Shijie, she just discovered the homonym of his name.

Well, he will be her whole world from now on.

Chanel tried her best to ignore the foreign body in her body: "Su Shijie, let me go."

"Truth?" He had a smirk.

"Well……"

"now what?"

No, you can't indulge!Don't fall into his trap, Chanel!

Chanel bit her lips tightly, stopped her moaning comfortably, and picked up a shower gel: "Let me go, I'll help you take a bath..."

Su Shijie moved slowly again...

Chanel's hand softened, and the shower gel fell into the pool.

Bastard, big-tailed wolf, damn it!

Chanel was struggling to reach out and hit him, but he grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers lightly one by one, his lips were hot, and his evil eyes never left her face: "Do you want me to let you go?" you?"

"want."

"I want to listen to the truth."

"What I said... well, it's the truth..." Please don't move around like this, please?If you want to move, just keep moving. If you move like this and stop for a while, it's really torture!

Chanel stared at him angrily: "Su Shijie, I know you're not drunk, I know you're doing it on purpose, but you're actually wearing a wedding dress...uh...?"

Chanel's last trace of weak will was about to disappear, her body was hot and limp, and her mind was blank.

She felt that she was standing in the tide of lust, desperately trying to resist those waves of desires that swept towards her, but she couldn't help herself, sinking more and more...

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Chanel didn't know when she fell asleep.

In the dream, she saw many entangled rose flowers, blood red in a strange color.

She saw the back of a young man among the rose bushes, and she wanted to chase him to see who he was.But circle around, he kept walking, kept walking, no matter what he couldn't catch up with him.

"Wait, wait! You wait for me!"

Chanel chased desperately, her bare legs were pricked with blood by the rose thorns.

Every step she ran was painful, but her feet didn't seem to obey the command, as if she was wearing a pair of dancing shoes that kept running, leading her to chase after the boy's back.

She didn't know how long she ran, but gradually, she began to exhaust herself.

She fell down among the thorns all over the ground, her legs were pricked with blood, and she curled up in pain.

A slender hand gently touched her, his fingers seemed to have magical powers, touching any side of her skin, her wounded bleeding area would heal automatically.

The boy squatted beside her, quietly healing her wounds.

Chanel grabbed his hand suddenly, raised her head, but couldn't see the boy's face.

"Who are you?" She held his hand tightly, "I seem to know you...you give me a very familiar feeling. Who are you?"

The boy seemed to be looking at her with sad eyes.