My name is Ren

Chapter 235 has such a saying that the human soul is actually a derivative of various hormones
The night in Vernier was extraordinarily quiet. After the invasion of the war, people were already physically and mentally exhausted.It was only twelve o'clock in the evening, and apart from the soldiers patrolling at night, there was hardly any sound in the whole city.

After putting Vigros to sleep, Mirona returned to the side bed in the guest room.She took off the long skirt that was extremely troublesome to wear, and she was wearing pajamas. The skin exposed to the air was as smooth as jade and creamy.She is only 22 years old, and many people have questioned that her combination with Angelo is a deal for fame and fortune.She exchanged her young and beautiful body for the glory and wealth of her future life.But how did these people know that Mirona really liked Angelo.

As an idle aristocrat, it is too easy to capture the body and mind of a commoner girl.Money, leisure, good upbringing and outstanding temperament are the most advantageous means for nobles, and they are almost invincible and invincible.Mirona fell into the surprise and romance of Angelo's day by day, and became his wife without hesitation, even though she bears some infamy.

She lifted the quilt and got in. Although it was midsummer, the cold temperature of the thin quilt still gave her goosebumps. Every midnight was an extremely difficult time.It's much better now than before. When she first learned of Angelo's death, she went back and forth between dazed and crying almost every night.

His eyelids gradually became a little heavy, and he turned his back to face the moonlight outside the window, letting darkness and shadows envelope him.

Suddenly, a pair of bright eyes sparkled in the darkness, and the doubt in the eyes quickly turned into fear.She trembled violently, and just about to turn over, she opened her mouth to scream, but a big hand pressed her mouth firmly, making it extremely difficult for her to breathe.She struggled, but to no avail, the man who suddenly appeared on her bed was really strong, far beyond what a weak woman like her could stop.

A familiar smell suddenly came from her nostrils, her eyes widened, and with the help of the dim moonlight, she finally saw clearly the person in front of her—Bolson.

There was neither morbid excitement nor surprise on Bolson's face, but a faint sadness.She wanted to shout, to question, but in exchange for a tighter bondage.

Bolson leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I'm sorry, the only way I can think of now is this."

He tried his best to be gentle, not like a QJ criminal. After tearing off Mirona's pajamas, Mirona struggled more violently.Fear and shame filled her body, she would rather die than be defiled by this ugly thief.However, Bolson's next words made her body stiffen, and even her resistance became weak.

"If you want Vigros to find out about us, you can continue." Bolson's eyes flashed with a special look, "Mirona, please forgive me..."

Bolson pressed on Mirona's body, tears gushing out like a flood, she bit hard on a small piece of muscle in Bolson's palm, until her mouth was sweet and fishy, ​​and there was a feeling of releasing hatred. happy.As if aware of something, Borson silently let go of the palm covering Mirona, and held the woman in his arms.Mirona bowed her head on Bolson's shoulder, biting him constantly, as if doing so would lessen all the damage she suffered.

Ms. Zhang Ailing once said that the shortest distance to a woman's heart is a small intestine.

The moment Bolson's muscles tensed up suddenly, Mirona bit hard on Bolson's shoulder. The bloody shoulder made her face covered with sticky blood and some shreds of meat.She bit extremely hard, her eyes were as fierce as a wounded she-wolf.

A moment later, Bolson put her back on the bed, and at that moment, Mirona turned over and grabbed a pair of nail clippers from the bedside table, turned around and stuck them in Bolson's chest.Bolson didn't fight back, and didn't stop, just letting the blood flow from his chest.He looked at Mirona with slightly gentle eyes, the shortest way to a man's heart is also a section of intestines.He didn't care at all about the bloody teeth marks on his shoulders, and he didn't care about the nail clippers on his chest, he just looked at Mirona.

"I know that even if I apologize or do anything, it will not be able to make up for the mistakes I have made now." His tone and attitude were extraordinarily sincere, "But I hope you can listen to me and use your reason to judge."

"I don't know what that woman said to you, which caused a huge change in your attitude. She is not helping you, but hurting you. I understand and understand your position, but you should also be clear, All people and things between the noble group and Rennes, as long as they are dragged into this battlefield where gunpowder cannot be seen, will mean death. Neither the noble group nor Rennes will have any mercy. They are the real politicians, and everything is for profit."

"I don't want you and Vigros to be victims, and I don't want myself to be a victim. I have to save myself. This is my selfishness and my cruelty. I apologize to you. At the same time, I also want to save you Get out of this turmoil, so I have to do it, and it's the perfect solution."

Mirona's face was bloody, her body was naked, and she had a strange temptation under the moonlight.She sneered and lowered her voice so as not to disturb Viglos who was sleeping in the back room.Her face was full of ridicule and resentment, "The method you said is to fuck me against my will? Then you succeeded, get out now!" She raised her arm and pointed at the door, "Get out, get out now go out!"

Bolson didn't move, his eyes were like the gentle moonlight at this moment, "Please believe me, I will propose to you, and I hope you will agree."

"Get out!", Mirona pulled out the nail clippers stuck in Bolson's chest, and raised them high, with despair hidden in her sharp eyes.

"After we become husband and wife, Vigros will become my child. I have reason to let Ren recognize him and let him get the title he deserves. At the same time, I can also act as his stepfather and manage the city temporarily instead of him. , I am just a manager, not a ruler, the ruler is your child!"

There was a pop, without the interference of other sounds, the sound of nail clippers piercing into the flesh was surprisingly loud in this quiet night.The blood quickly overflowed from the wound, clinging to Bolson's chest in a crooked manner, merged with the previous bloodstains, and crawled onto his lower abdomen.

"As long as you have Ren's guarantee, you and Vigros will not suffer any harm in Bell. I know Ren better than you or anyone else. If things go to that point according to your way, he will definitely be there. Kill you, your children, and all of Angelo's people before you trouble him."

Mirona mocked and sarcastically said, "So you're taking advantage of the darkness to fuck me?"

Bolson smiled wryly, "If I don't do this, I propose to you, will you agree?"

"Get out! You bastard!"

"No, the problem now is that you have to agree to my marriage proposal, whether it's for you, your child or me, otherwise we may all be in big trouble, do you understand? Big trouble!"

"But you fucked me! When I didn't want to!"

"I didn't have any choice, I had to."

"Aha, a qj can actually say such things to a victim so confidently, where is your sense of shame? Or you are a beast, a beast, without the slightest sense of shame?" Mirona's eyes were still full of shame. Out of hatred, she was just about to reach out to pull out the nail clippers on Bolson's chest and give him another blow, but her movements suddenly changed shape, turned into a slap, and slapped Bolson hard. on the cheek.

She used a lot of strength, and under the moonlight, Borson's cheeks soon became red and swollen, and a faint handprint swelled up, making him look extraordinarily embarrassed and ridiculous.

"I apologize to you again...", his eyebrows were pulled suddenly, the pain on his shoulder became more and more clear, the pain in his chest was throbbing with the beating of his heart.

Mirona took a deep breath, pointed at the door again, "Get out, I'm going to sleep."

This is a sign of getting better, Bolson nodded with his lips pursed, took a deep look at Mirona, turned around and left in his nightgown.

Seeing the door slowly closing, Mirona suddenly jumped up and ran to the door to lock all the latches. She turned her back to the door, slipped slowly, squatted on the ground, and cried bitterly, suppressing her voice. stand up.

She was far less tough than she made out to be, she was just a young girl of 22 years old enough to be called a girl.But she encountered so many things in succession.

I don't know how long I cried, but the tears on my face have dried up, making the delicate skin on my face tense.She walked slowly to the bathroom beside her, cleaning her body earnestly and restlessly.The gentle water did not warm her body, but made her colder.

Early the next morning, a pastor hurried over from the church, and left with a strange expression after a while.

What a noble hobby!

The swelling on Borson's face has subsided a lot, at least no palm prints can be seen, only a little redness.With the help of cosmetics, the blush on the other cheek perfectly resolved his possible embarrassment.

At breakfast, the two met again.

His eyes crossed in the air, but there was no ripple, just like a pool of stagnant water!
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I owe 13 chapters, I will try my best to code words during the holidays, and try to complete them before the year.

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