Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Song Weiwei's breathing was stagnant, and in the next second, she was pushed against the wall by the man's tall body, and her shoulder blades hurt, and she let out a muffled snort.

In the dim light, a head was buried in her neck, her breath sprayed hotly on her collarbone, all the pores of her body were stretched, and she couldn't stop trembling.

"you……"

Before she could open her mouth, she felt the man's chin rub against her neck, and the new stubble pricked her skin, numb and itchy.

She couldn't help shrinking back.

"Hiding for what?" The man asked dissatisfiedly, and as soon as the iron arm around her waist was retracted, she fell into his arms, unable to move.

In the dim light, the man's breath was hot and heavy, and his cold lips rubbed against her ear.

It was numb and crisp, as if an electric current had passed through it.

She tilted her head slightly, and raised her neck in a smooth and charming arc. The complexion was both lustful and seductive, but she didn't notice it at all, she just wanted to avoid his grinding breath.

The aroma of whiskey burned their blood in this small space, and some unspeakable impulses circulated between them.

It seems that whoever takes the initiative can break the already tense string.

Song Weiwei leaned her back against the wall, the hotter she breathed, the clearer her mind became. Her cheeks were hot and red, and the hand hanging by her side did not move for a long time.

She knew, as long as she put her hand on it.

She won't be able to leave tonight.

but……

Not reconciled!
Even knowing that he is her only choice at present, she is not willing to sell herself again.

She was conflicted, entangled, and suffering, unable to make up her mind.

She closed her eyes, her earlobe suddenly felt hot, and the next second, there was another pain.

A certain large dog bit her, and the pain made her scalp almost explode.

"Are you a dog?"

As soon as the voice came out, she froze. Is this her voice? It was very hoarse.

Li Baihan rested his chin in the hollow of her shoulder, he lowered his eyes and saw her delicate skin covered with blood from his stubble, his eyes darkened instantly.

"Come here dressed like this, are you so afraid of what I will do to you?"

The man's deep voice fell into her ears, so good that her ears would become pregnant, she turned her head away, panting for breath, "What am I afraid of?"

Li Baihan chuckled twice, "Don't be afraid, what are you doing so tense?"

Song Weiwei bit her lower lip. He laughed so much that she was so annoyed that she raised her hand to push him away, but he held her tightly in his arms.

He seemed to particularly like talking into her ears, and her ears were too sensitive, and she couldn't stop shaking in his arms when the heat blew past.

The trembling made the smile in his voice more and more intense, and she was full of annoyance.

"Don't come so close to me."

Li Baihan clicked his tongue lightly, and blew into her ear. Song Weiwei's legs were weakened by him, and the hand hanging by her side unconsciously clenched his pajamas.

The silk pajamas felt flimsy to the touch, and she couldn't grasp them.

Li Baihan suddenly leaned over and hugged her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and then it started beating crazily. She fell into the man's arms, only to realize how petite she was.

She subconsciously wanted to struggle.

The man's warning came from the ear, "If you move, I will let go."

Song Weiwei: "&%￥%&!"

She had to reach out and grab his skirt, lest he really let go, then she would definitely fall to the ground.

The light in the room was very dark, the curtains were drawn, but there was still a faint light coming in through the gaps in the curtains, and her eyes had adapted to the light in the bedroom.

She saw Li Baihan hugged her to the side of the bed, and then threw her on the bed as a prank.

She fell on the mattress, which was extremely elastic, and she bumped on it several times, almost doubting her life. She stared fiercely at the man standing by the bed and plunged into the darkness.

"Why are you so childish?!"

Song Weiwei rolled to the other side of the bed and felt that the mattress had sunk, it was obvious that Li Baihan had gone to bed.

Li Baihan suddenly took the quilt and wrapped her up into a silkworm chrysalis, and then wrapped her in his arms like an octopus.

This pose is just full of slots.

"Okay, I can go to bed now." Li Baihan wrapped her tightly into his arms, like hugging a big teddy bear, and closed his eyes contentedly.

Song Weiwei doubted her life for a while, and finally asked, "What on earth did you ask me to do?"

Li Baihan's eyelashes moved, but the light was so dim that Song Weiwei couldn't see clearly whether he had opened his eyes or not.

"I asked you to make hangover soup, and you have already made it." Li Baihan pressed his face closer, his voice teasing, "Or do you want to make something else?"

"I don't want to!" Song Weiwei answered very quickly, afraid that if she was a second late, she would appear to be self-indulgent.

Li Baihan chuckled a few times, "Sleep, if you don't sleep, I don't mind letting you go out and run 50 laps to help you fall asleep."

Song Weiwei was instantly honest.

50 laps, this person is absolutely insane!

She thought that lying on his bed, she would definitely not be able to fall asleep, but after a while, her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Before consciousness falls into darkness.

She suddenly thought that her medicine was in vain!

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The curtains moved lightly, and the morning sunlight fell on the bed, soft and warm.

Lying in the quilt, Song Weiwei's eyelashes trembled slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, and at first sight saw the tall and slender figure sitting by the bed.

She couldn't help rubbing the pillow shyly, even though her body hurt very much, she felt extremely satisfied in her heart.

He was hers at last.

She quietly lifted the quilt, and was about to jump over to hug her lover, when a cold document hit her face in the next second.

The paper was sharp and cut her tender skin, blood dripped down and landed in the middle of the document, on which the word divorce agreement was written.

She looked at the man standing up in disbelief, his eyes were cold and disgusted, "Get a divorce, I don't like you, I like Yiren."

After that, he reached out and took a girl into his arms.

Her pupils narrowed slightly, she was only paying attention to him just now, but she didn't see Miao Yiren in the room, her eyes were a little red, "Brother Li, I don't believe it."

Before she finished speaking, she was on the edge of the cliff with her body and bed. When the breeze blew, the bed seemed to turn into a narrow cab again, dangling on the cliff.

The rocks rolled down, and every sound carried a shocking sense of emptiness.

Trapped in the twisted and deformed cab, she looked at the pair of people outside the car, tears rolled down her eyes, "No, on the day of the wedding, you clearly said that you would never leave me for the rest of your life, even in old age, sickness and death. "

The man's face was as cold as ice, "Song Weiwei, don't blame me, just blame your existence for hindering us."

"Go to hell, Song Weiwei, brother Han only loves me."

After Miao Yiren finished speaking, she lightly poked the swaying car with her finger, and the car fell straight down the cliff.

"what!"

Song Weiwei woke up screaming, surrounded by darkness, her breathing was short of breath, her heart was beating wildly, and her whole body was shaking in fear.

Why did she dream about the day she fell off the cliff again?