My wife has always been timid

The ice slag seemed to drill into her body through the cracks in her bones, knock off her celestial spirit cover, and pour it into her body. The most terrifying sound in the world is ringing in her ears at this moment, alone A man's voice.

Dai Xiaochun took a deep breath.

Don't think about it, she dare not think about it.

Maybe it's what she's been through, maybe it's worse than that.

"Mo Shaoqian, if you have any humanity, kill me directly." Her voice trembled, and she squeezed out each word from her pale lips and teeth.

Mo Shaoqian sneered.

The cool breath sprayed on her face, her eyes were tightly closed, she only felt that his breath was a knife, about to cut her neck off.

It would be a pity to kill her.

"Ah Chun, let's take the first step..." He knelt behind her, his cheek pressed against her neck tightly, and the warm and cool breath sprayed on Dai Xiaochun's earlobe, making people tremble.

The familiar prelude is particularly deep in memory.

Dai Xiaochun couldn't help trembling all over, his hands hanging by his sides, the nails dug into the palms fiercely.

"Mo Shaoqian, you killed me, you killed me directly..." Her voice was hoarse, and she imperceptibly added a faint begging.

The man fell on deaf ears.

He sniffed the fragrance in her hair, as if he couldn't smell enough, he was intoxicated, and slid down the black and smooth hair to the neck, and his thin lips gently pressed a kiss on her beating artery.

She trembled violently, as if she had been stabbed in the throat by a knife.

The stiff aorta stopped pumping blood, and she froze, not daring to move, only her trembling shoulders remained.

"Remember? In the box, on the carpet, you really don't pick a place..." The man's voice rang in her ears again, bone-piercing and cold.

Dai Xiaochun's face turned even paler.

What he was talking about was the first night when she tricked him.

"Don't touch me, don't touch me..." She murmured over and over again, struggling uselessly.

She couldn't resist.

There is a natural disparity in strength between men and women, no matter how hard she struggles, it will be useless, she can only repeat it over and over again, enduring the memories of the past constantly washing her mind, telling her to hold on and not collapse.

Can't crash, can't.

She finally looked sideways at the man, pleaded with her eyes, and hoarse her voice: "Mr. Mo...I beg you..."

Mo Shaoqian paused.

The woman's voice changed from stubborn to weak, small, begging her pitifully, trembling like a puppy that had been beaten into a corner.

"Can't?" He tilted his head and looked at her with deep eyes.

She was trembling, and her frightened eyes didn't even dare to meet his eyes.

Can't, just can't.

Mo Shaoqian's expression lowered inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, wrapped around her waist, tightened his grip, and his throat tightened: "Why?"

No.

You can be with me for Su Qingcheng, you can hold hands with Gu Jia, you can look at each other and smile with Shen Zhimo, why can't you come to him?
"Dai Xiaochun, is it true that anyone can get close to you, but I can't? Throw me away with peace of mind after using me? Let me tell you, it's impossible!" He was annoyed, grabbed her waist and pushed her from behind. on the ground.

He always does.

He said she didn't deserve to be in the front.

He didn't want to see her face.

He also said that behind her was the posture of a prostitute, and she only deserved to be treated like this.

Her hands were imprisoned behind her back by a big hand of the man, her clothes were lifted up roughly, and she trembled when the coldness hit her. She bit her lips tightly, only to feel a disgusting fishy sweetness welling up in her throat, but suddenly there was a loud sound The piercing sound of children crying sounded around them——