There is a fox in my house

Chapter 1920 Confused 9
He pushed her away immediately. .I don't want to bother with her anymore.

Even if she is poisoned by the love potion and will die if no one relieves her, he doesn't care about it anymore.

She kept calling Liuyin's name, and she only had Liuyin in her heart, so let Liuyin rescue her.

It's okay to leave her alone. . .

But seeing her in such pain, his heart was broken. . .

Damn disobedient again.

He longed for her.

And now is also a great opportunity.

Even if she blames him in the future, he still has excuses to look for.

However, the sound of the sound made him unable to continue.

Don't want to either. . .continue.

He didn't want to be someone else's substitute.

Especially, streaming audio.

His self-esteem and pride made him miss such an opportunity.

However, he does not regret it.

Even if he went back to that time, he still wouldn't touch her. . .

He couldn't bear her making out with him, but there was another man's name in her mouth.

This is an insult to him. . .

There were so many times that he wanted to rape her. . .

Regardless of everything, he obeyed his own will and raped her.

His coercion stimulated another person in her body.

It was a very, very beautiful woman.

The facial features are similar to Murong Wan's, but they are so beautiful that people can't open their eyes. . .

The long silver hair flowed like moonlight. . .

Her eyes were also silver like moonlight. . .

His skin was like snow, as if it had been coated with a layer of glistening white light. .

She is so noble and beautiful, when people take a look at her, they can no longer look away.

He thought that Ruoyun was already beautiful enough.

But the woman in front of her. . .But even more beautiful than Ruoyun. . .

She looked at him coldly, and said to him in a haughty and indifferent tone, don't make any more plans for Murong Wan, otherwise, she will be rude to him. . .

It wasn't the first time he'd seen her turn into someone else. . .

It's already the second time.

The first time, it was by the Baita Lake. . . '

(End of this chapter)