Devil's Honey Baby

His hands swept over her like a gust of wind.

The cold railing passed into consciousness with her thin clothes. She twisted her body like a madman and shouted humiliatingly, "Ji Zailin, you madman, let me go! Let go of me! "

How could he let her go? Now he is covered with anger, hate and vinegar, making him want to ask for something crazy to comfort his painful heart.

Yao Jiang can't take care of anything. Now she only knows that she can't be defiled by this person. Never!

She kept scratching him, scratching bleeding marks on his neck, face, chest and arms.

However, it was useless. He seemed to feel no pain, such as wearing invincible armor and carrying his sword into the enemy's city.

Her voice was hoarse, but she still couldn't resist it.

She was discouraged and stopped moving. Like a broken puppet, she looked at the night outside the window with a pair of empty eyes and the slowly falling snow.

Her calmness stopped him, and the breath around him solidified for a moment.

He looked up from her and saw a pair of red scary eyes. It was empty and there was nothing but endless black and frightening black.

The rolling desire in his eyes faded slowly. He looked at her white body, which was full of red marks that he had just done whatever he wanted.

With a sharp contraction of her pupils, she picked her up and strode upstairs.

Her body is very cold. It's frighteningly cold.

He directly took her into the bathroom, opened the shower, and the warm water spilled from the top of his head on them.

And she is still like a puppet, let the water wash down, motionless.

The hot water fell from her head and covered her empty eyes like rain and fog. It became blurred, so that he couldn't see the look in her eyes.

Hold her face in your hand and watch the water fall from the top of her hair. With the long eyelashes rolling down, it slides down to her lips like a straight line, and then slowly down with her lips.

When the throat rolls and the thin lips are slightly low, you have to kiss it.

"Pa" was only one centimeter away from his lips and hers. The silent man slapped him in the face. At the same time, a hoarse word "roll" came to his ear.

The throat overflowed with a low smile, which spread deeply and quickly into her ears, but such a smile lasted only a few seconds.

Her body was fiercely pushed against the cold wall. In an instant, there was a burning touch on her lips, and the water on her two faces slipped into her lips, filled with a shameful sound.

This shower was the most tiring for Yao Jiang since she was so old. Ji Zailin, who she scratched, was full of shocking blood marks, and her body was also full of his masterpieces, full of dense kiss marks

She was carried out by him, and all her strength was drained. She lay on her side on the bed and looked at the snowflakes falling slowly outside the window, which looked like ice.

There was an extra arm on her waist. She took her body into the warm chest. The cold thin lips came to her shoulder and moved slowly, but she still didn't move as if she had no feeling.

Only the red eyes closed slowly.

He has done everything he should do. There is no place clean.

But should she be glad that he hasn't raped her?

This night, Yao Jiang didn't sleep well. There was a voice in her dream. She kept calling her name, Yao Jiang, Yao Jiang, Yao Jiang

It's like etching into the bone again and again.

This voice reminded her of a person, a person deeply buried in her heart, but also a person she forgot and couldn't remember.

Similarly, Ji Zailin had a dream.

He dreamed of meeting Yao Jiang for the first time.

It was sunny and warm that day.

The long sunshine shines in from outside the gate, like a disordered time and space tunnel, which is very unreal.

Yao Jiang wore a white dress with long curly hair tied into a ponytail, neatly put it behind his head, and came out of the golden halo with a few books in his white arm.

"In Lin, this girl's grades are good. She's not like before. You can't fool around this time!"

He stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked impatiently at the sound. A pair of clear eyes came into his eyes.

Bang bang, heart, lost at this moment, can't be found again

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There is not much snow, and it melts quickly, and the morning after snowing is always colder than usual.

Yao Jiang woke up in a stabbing pain in her brain. She sat up fiercely, covered her forehead tightly with her hands, and her face was too white.

The sound of steady footsteps came from her ears. She woke up from the pain, immediately opened her eyes, and saw the slender figure standing by the bed.

Ji Zailin.

He was buttoning his shirt. With the cold breath on his face and the well-tailored suit on his body, the madman like rogue breath of last night disappeared at this moment and was replaced by a cold nobility.

The chaotic thoughts suddenly woke up. The memory of last night came to her like a tide. His hands consciously held the quilt, moved their eyes and turned their eyes.

"I need to remind you of the 9:00 a.m. plane, the 2:00 meeting in H City, and my secretary?"

Cold words came into her ears. She fiercely turned her head to him, frowned and said, "this is tomorrow's trip."

Hearing her words, the hand clasping the button slightly paused, and his eyes were as cold as a cold pool. "The journey has changed, but you don't know. Do you really think my money is so easy to take?"

As soon as his face changed, his hand gripping the quilt tightened fiercely. Looking at the sarcastic arc aroused by the corner of his mouth, his lips pursed and said, "I'll be ready right away."

Hands opened the quilt, white clothes and skirts came into view, quickly across a picture in his brain, his face turned white again, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Even though she tried hard not to think about what happened last night, when the neck and clavicle full of kiss marks in the mirror were reflected in her eyes, the peace in her eyes still collapsed, and there was endless pain and anger.

Almost, almost, he had her.

Hold the glass platform tightly, drop your eyes, don't look at your fragile appearance in the mirror, turn on the faucet, reach for a handful of ice water and jump on your face.

The biting chill poured into her body. She shivered subconsciously and looked up at the mirror. Her clear eyes flashed tenacious light.

She can bear it. As long as she doesn't do the last step, she can bear it.

After cleaning up and walking out of the bathroom, Ji Zailin was no longer in the room. He raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was seven forty.