diamond fake marriage

"Woo...Jiang Lie...don't do this"

She raised her arm to push the man, but the man stretched out his hand, like carrying a chick, Liang Suran brought the whole thing into his arms, hot lips free and unscrupulous, along her lips as soft as petals, and the gentle curve of her neck... ...winding all the way down...

A huge sense of helplessness and despair surged into the woman's heart, and the heat from the man's body made her terrified, and she couldn't help resisting.

"Jiang Lie, don't be like this, you have no feelings for me at all, why do you want to marry me, why do you have to force me so hard, torture me so cruelly, please, don't be like this...don't be like this, please!"

The man who ravaged her body with his hands was stunned for a moment, his gloomy pupils shone with a dangerous light, which was creepy.

"Hiss..." A sound of brocade shattering pierced people's eardrums, and Su Ran's heart was also torn to pieces.

This sound was as piercing as the wedding night, like a nightmare, inseparable and entangled endlessly.

"do not move!"

The man grasped the woman's struggling hand with both hands like iron tongs, and forced her knees apart with one leg, Su Ran's face suddenly turned pale as paper.

"Spread your legs!"

Jiang Lie ordered in a cold voice. There was a frightening aura on his handsome face. Seeing that the woman was still stubbornly refusing to let go, he freed up a hand and opened it with force. Then, his legs were tightly Suppress it.

"do not want!"

Su Ran cried out in pain, her struggle in front of the man was futile after all, when she panicked, she uttered a heart-wrenching cry, "Arnuo! Arnuo!"

This cry of pain enraged the man even more. The awe-inspiring aura he exuded was icy cold, and his eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light.

A Nuo... When he was possessing her, Su Ran couldn't forget another man!
This is like a sharp knife stained with poison, cutting the dignity of a man to pieces!
He lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of the woman's face in pain, and his original expression disappeared in an instant.

He was hot and huge, straight into the woman's delicate body.

"what!"

The sharp cry was mournful and desolate, like the last gasp of a dying person.

"Su Ran...you don't want to leave me, do you think you can escape?"

"What's a promise? He's not my defeated opponent. He's already married. Don't you give up?"

"Tell me what you want, as long as you say, I can do it, no matter what, I will not let you slip away from me!"

Accompanied by intense panting sounds, the man's body kept sprinting, Su Ran was shedding tears, her fingernails sank into the man's skin, her body was extremely sensitive in fear, she felt her resistance and dryness, the man didn't know it slowed down.

Su Ran bit her lower lip tightly, her hair soaked in cold sweat stuck to her pale face, making people feel distressed.

Jiang Lie hugged the woman's slender waist and vented vigorously, as if in this way he could find an outlet for his anger.

Su Ran is his woman, what qualifications does the promise have?
As long as she is willing, even if it means letting him go through life and death, go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire, he will not hesitate to do it, but that man, can he do it?
Tears blurred his eyes, and the pain from his body rushed into every nerve in Su Ran's body.

Why?Why did he torture himself so cruelly?

Su Ran's body trembled like an electric shock, she couldn't move, she could only let the man occupy her wantonly, as the twitch became more and more intense, the man let out a low growl, and his sweaty body fell straight onto the woman's lap. On the body, one pair of hands is still tightly clasping Su Ran's wrist, refusing to let go.

"slowly……"

He called her hoarsely, with pity and guilt, as if only in this way could he feel a little bit of peace of mind.

Su Ran sobbed in a low voice, like a butterfly with broken wings, trembling unceasingly at the transition between early morning and late night.

"I... miss... miss my mother..." She spoke intermittently, almost unable to speak, staring at the dim light with empty eyes, full of resentment.

This is probably because there is nothing greater than grief... All the struggles and stubbornness will eventually die down in front of a man.

For Yu Jianglie, a woman's shallow words are a great comfort, comfort to his rough behavior...

Rubbing her tear-stained face with his slender hands, he replied softly, "I'll take you there."