This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 285 Country Love (42)

But, she can't.

Zhang Cong deserves better.

There are two versions of the flower language of bellflower.

One is "Eternal Love, Unchanging Love, Love That Never Forgets."

The other is "hopeless love."

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The warm sunlight shuttles through the air gaps, and falls through the dense leaves, forming golden spots.

Shen Yue was sitting in a wheelchair, and the man was pushing her behind.

Shen Yue's pale face turned a little rosy after not coming out to bask in the sun for a long time.

The football touched the calf, Shen Yue lowered her head and picked up the football.

"Sister, this football is mine."

A little boy walked over with a blushing face, Qi Qi Ai Ai was looking at her, Shen Yue showed a gentle smile, and passed the ball over.

The little boy thanked happily: "Thank you sister."

After speaking, he ran away with the ball in his arms.

Before the sun had been out for a long time, the wind picked up, and Zhang Cong was afraid that Shen Yue would catch a cold, so he pushed her back.

Carefully carried Shen Yue onto the bed, and carefully tucked in the quilt.

Shen Yue's black and moist eyes were as quiet as a pool of lake water, and she finally said, "Brother, don't waste your time on me all the time."

The man heard that his thin lips were tightened into a straight line, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and he remained silent.

"elder brother."

Shen Yue called out again.

When the man didn't respond to her, she kept calling, and Zhang Cong couldn't continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

His face was expressionless, his handsome eyebrows were extremely depressed and dark, and his voice was as dry as an old tape, "I want to take care of you for the rest of my life."

It seemed that he was suppressing his intense emotions, and said every word slowly and restrained, "I don't ask for anything, don't drive me away."

Sometimes, Zhang Cong was really stubborn to death, he was too ruthless, and he didn't leave any way out for himself.

Shen Yue's face was pale, her eyebrows were delicate and beautiful, she raised her eyes to look at him, and smiled softly: "Brother, our relationship has not reached that level yet."

It's not a lover, at best, it's just a friend from the same country. It's really not worth it to spend your heart and soul to such an extent.

The man's expression darkened, and he suddenly pressed her up, with his hands resting on both sides of Shen Yue's head, his warm breath sprayed on her face, and he kissed her hard, biting her pale pink lips, sucking and gnawing heavily.

But still feel that it is not enough, the body clamors for more, to calm down the anxious and empty desire.

He kissed fiercely, but tears welled up from his scarlet eyes, hitting her face with burning heat.

Paranoid and sick, those dark eyes were full of obsession and madness.

It seems to be silently saying that he will not let go, even if it is death, even if it is bruised and bruised, it is impossible for him to let go.

This made Shen Yue, who was still struggling, paused, she opened her eyes, and Zhang Cong also felt the softening of the woman's attitude, became excited uncontrollably, and boundless joy and excitement arose deep in her heart.

When Zhang Cong backed away a little, Shen Yue's face was already flushed red, a layer of mist appeared in the black eyes, the tails of the eyes were red, and the swollen lips were like overripe cherries, exuding a faint fragrance.

Both of them were out of breath, and in the silent ward, only the low and rising panting sounded continuously.

He lowered his head, the foreheads of the two of them touched together, the man's chest heaved violently, and the low hoarse breath sounded, almost inaudible, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

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(End of this chapter)