Devil President, Don't Bite Me

The body was torn little by little, like cutting her slowly with a very dull knife. The unspeakable pain was thousands of times more painful than she thought.

It's better to let her die. She will turn into a fierce ghost, pester him every night, intimidate him and torture him until he slowly dies.

"You," she said at last, her voice soft and thin“ Strangle me. "

"What?" The man's voice is dull and a little depressed.

Joey regretted at this moment. Anyway, she didn't want to die like this. She is only twenty years old, the same age as flowers. The outside world is so wonderful, but she hasn't seen it at all. She's really unwilling!

She didn't speak.

The man stayed for a while, suddenly hugged her again, roared low in his throat, and pressed her still.

His body was so heavy that she couldn't breathe. Joey pushed him hard. The man turned over and lay down and slowly adjusted his disordered breathing.

Leaving the man's warm arms, Joey shivered with cold and shrank into a ball.

The man noticed and sat up, took off his coat and covered her. The voice was still cold: "how do you feel?"

Joey looked at him with wide eyes. This shameless hooligan strengthened her and asked her how she felt?

Seeing that she was silent, he touched her forehead. "Aren't you feeling well?"

Joey wanted to jump up and scold his mother, punch and kick him, and stab him in the body. But she could do nothing and calmly replied, "it hurts."

"I have a little, too."

On the contrary, it's abnormal. What you say is also so abnormal. The first time I heard that a man would hurt if he did such a thing, Joey snorted coldly and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

After a while, the man got up, pulled her up, put his coat on her and buttoned it one by one. His clothes were very wide and hung down to cover his thighs.

When he was dressed, he stepped back and seemed to be looking at her.

Joey went with him. He didn't know what he could see?

"Let's go," he took her hand.

Joey got rid of him and said in a very cold and cruel tone, "moxiling, you took my first time, and I will hate you all my life."

The light in the man's eyes flashed and seemed surprised, "you didn't suffer a loss. This is also my first time."

"You!" Joey was very angry. "It's shameless!"

"It seems that this time it doesn't feel very good. Maybe you can look forward to the next time."

Joey was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood. She had expected to have a friendly conversation with mexiling. It seemed impossible. He was not a normal person and couldn't communicate at all.

Finally, Joey returned to the castle with him. The man always led her and didn't meet anyone all the way. When she got to the light, she found that mexiling didn't look any better. Her hair was messy, her upper body was white, and her trousers were wrinkled. It was different from his usual appearance of well-dressed.

He also looked at her, saw the blood marks on her legs, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly picked her up.

Joey screamed and hurriedly covered the hem of his clothes with his hand. Rao was so afraid that he might run out. But she didn't come back. Moxi Ling flashed and rushed up the stairs like a light.

Joey had seen his speed. At the moment, he was like flying in the clouds and dizzy. His men consciously grabbed the clothes on the man's chest, but he was naked. He had to pull his chest hard.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the house.

Mexiling looked around the pink room and was surprised: "do you like such a room?"

Joey didn't want to talk to him. He bowed his head and entered the bathroom. The big mirror on the wall showed a ghost like face with disheveled hair and pale face. His eyes were red and swollen like rotten peaches, his lips were dry and cracked, his arms and legs exposed outside his clothes were full of small blood marks, his instep rubbed off the skin and had a thin layer of scab.

Joey looked at himself and couldn't help feeling sad, and tears came from his dry eyes.

From small to large, she was filial to her parents, friendly to her classmates, respected her teachers, worked hard, cheerful and enthusiastic, and never did bad things. Not to mention 100% of the good people, at least 99% of them. She really can't figure out who provoked whom. How did she fall into such a situation?

Light and shadow flashed, and a man appeared in the mirror. He stood behind him and looked at her quietly. There was no expression on his face.

Joey's teeth rattled and his anger surged into his heart. It's him! He did this to her!

As soon as he turned around, he rushed up with his fist and hit the man.

Moxiling stood still, letting her fist fall on her, staring at her eyes with dark eyes, as if thinking about something.

The man looked thin, but his fist was like hitting an iron plate, which made her hand ache.

Joey became more and more angry and screamed hysterically. Even if her hand hurt and she had no strength, she still kept beating and venting.

The man suddenly held her hand and said in a deep voice, "don't be too presumptuous to me."

Her wrists looked slender and fragile in his big hands, as if they could be easily broken by him.

Joey looked at his cold eyes and suddenly realized that she was vulnerable in front of him, and all the resistance could not play any role at all.

She shed tears and shook her voice, "you've got me. Won't you let me go?"

He didn't speak, just shook his head.

"I can't do any of your rules. I don't obey and cry. Now there are scars on my body. You don't like such a woman at all. Why don't you let me go?"

Yes, mexiling is also asking herself that she can't do any of his rules. Why don't you let her go?

His eyes moved to her neck, which fascinated him. It was white, delicate, smooth, fragrant and sweet. Her taste was very good, which made him addicted. Even when he was working, he occasionally remembered it, so he allowed her to foul again and again.

He doesn't like this woman from top to bottom. If he can leave her neck... No, it's impossible. When she dies, the fragrance will disappear, and he doesn't like dead people very much. I don't want her to be dead.

Joey looked at the man's indifference and shouted, "kill me so that my pain will be less."

"I don't like killing people." The man said faintly, "you'd better take a hot bath and sleep."

"And then?" Asked Joey

"Stay here." The man turned and left.

"When will you let me go?" When he came to the door, Joey yelled.

The man paused. "If you obey, it won't be long."

It was obedience again. Fuck his obedience. Joey gritted his teeth and showed his fierce eyes, but the man didn't look back and walked out with big steps.

Joey stood under the shower head and boiled the water to the maximum and hottest. He wanted to burn off his skin. She rubbed her red skin hard, and the pain between her legs was still obvious at this time.

The small blood marks scraped on the body hurt when they met with water. The most painful thing was the instep. After being wet by water, the thin scab broke off and exposed the bright red flesh inside. It looked terrible.

It's common sense that the wound can't touch water, but Joey doesn't care about that. She only knows that she has been raped by a pervert. She's very dirty and needs to be cleaned. She rubbed the wound regardless. Some deep blood marks began to bleed. They flowed on the white floor and fainted into a faint red.

Joey washed for nearly two hours. His body was numb with pain. Those blood marks became light pink lines and turned up small cracks. The whole person looked very strange.

Dry up and put on his pajamas. Joey lay in bed, covered himself with a quilt and looked at the pink ceiling in a daze.

The curtains are closed, the house is floating with a faint fragrance of flowers, and everything is hazy in the dim light, like a dream.

Joey closed her eyes. She hoped that when she woke up, she would find herself lying in the small bed at home. Nothing had happened. She just had a fantastic dream.

The room was quiet and silent. The numb body began to ache gradually. Without the washing of hot water and her vigorous rubbing, the pain became very clear, like countless sharp thorns, stabbing her carefully, and the needle saw blood.

Joey endured in silence, lying straight and motionless. As if the pain had nothing to do with her.

In the brightly lit hall, mozino leaned lazily on the sofa and smiled: "just come back. Let's go."

Mosiyu looked worried: "how did Xiling look like that?"

Mozino smiled: "can't you see that? Xiling's clothes are on Joey. They must have done it. "

Mo Qingze also smiled, "Xiling seems to be enlightened."

Mozi looked out of the window as if in a daze. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the stairs.

Moxiling stood there quietly, looking at the bottom without expression.

Mozi Yu stood up. Everyone else turned around and looked at him. Moxi Ling came down the stairs slowly.

Mo ZiNuo greeted him with a smile: "how's it going? Does it taste good? I said... "

Before he finished, Moxi Ling suddenly started and punched him hard in the corner of his mouth. Mozi Nuo avoided it. Sheng Sheng took a hit, stepped back three steps away, covered his chin and looked stunned: "Xiling, what are you doing?"

Mexiling was as cold as ice, "I hate being cheated."

"When did I lie to you?" Mozino was inexplicable, but in an instant he thought: "uncomfortable? Feel bad? "

Moxi Ling's knife like eyesight swept the others. Mosiyu quickly took the lead upstairs, followed by Mozi Yu and Mo Qingze. Mexiling is generally not angry, but when he is angry, he'd better avoid it. No one is willing to bear his anger.

"She hurts!" Mexiling said word by word, "I'm a little bit, too."

Mozino was completely stunned. It's incredible. People like moxiling who were stabbed into his body without frowning would say pain? And do that kind of thing, men will only be comfortable, how can it hurt? There must be something wrong.