he is intoxicated

Nan Hua was stunned.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the "Xiaohua" Huo Beiyao called was Nanhua or Shen Nanhua.

But no matter which one he shouted, it couldn't stop her hatred for him.

I was tortured by him for six years, the first three years were psychological torture, and the last three years were both physical and psychological torture.

How could she not hate him?

Just because he has a little regret, you want her to forgive him?

Impossible, impossible.

"Take your hands away." Nan Hua said coldly.

Huo Beiyao's hands remained motionless, still covering her eyes and nose.

Nanhua's nasal bone was broken in a car accident three years ago, and a prosthesis was implanted inside.

She didn't dare to struggle too much, for fear that the prosthesis would be damaged, and she would have to undergo another plastic surgery.

She warned in a colder voice: "If you don't let go, I will call the police."

As soon as she finished speaking, her lips were blocked by a thin and cold lip.

The lips are soft to the touch, and the mint-like cool and pleasant smell contains a hint of champagne sweetness.

The familiar feeling returns.

The dislocation of time and space made Nanhua dizzy, and forgot to resist for a while.

He covered her face with one hand, wrapped his arms around her waist with the other, held her tightly in his arms, and kissed her deeply.

The long-lost wet feeling immediately engulfed Nanhua, her body softened, and her mind went blank.

It took a long time before she realized that he was kissing herself.

This is what people in love do.

What is he?

How dare you do such an intimate thing to her!

The tide of humiliation generally rushed to my heart.

Nanhua didn't care about the fragile nasal bone, and reached out to push him, making an indistinct sound.

But his tall and straight body is like an iron tower.

She couldn't push it.

She bit the tip of his tongue hard with her teeth and bit his lip.

Bite hard.

Huo Beiyao didn't let her go until the smell of blood came out of his mouth.

Moyu's beautiful eyes were stained with a trace of blood red, and his hands were still covering her eyes.

Gazing at the lower half of her face, staring deeply.

suddenly.

He bent down, picked her up from the ground horizontally, and walked towards the bed.

Nan Hua panicked and shouted loudly, "Let go of me, Huo Beiyao, let me go!"

She struggled desperately to get out of his arms.

But there is a huge gap in strength between men and women, she can't beat him.

Walking to the bed, Huo Beiyao spread her flat on the bed, and pulled a corner of the quilt to cover her eyes and nose.

As if covering that half of her face, she was really his Nanhua.

He leaned down, gently lifted the back of her head, and kissed her again.

The sweet and pleasant breath in her mouth, the soft and familiar touch, no matter how much you kiss, you can't get enough of it.

Even though it smelled like blood, even though it was bitten by her, even though it was painful, he was still reluctant to let go.

Reluctant.

It seemed that kissing her brought her closer to his Nanhua.

For a moment, he felt in a trance that Nan Hua, whom he had been thinking about day and night, was right under him and in his arms.

She is no longer a thin and temperatureless photo, she is a real person.

A woman with flesh and blood, warmth and fragrance.

His heart, liver and lungs were twisted together.

Kiss her even harder.

Nan Hua bent her legs and struggled to get up from the bed, but Huo Beiyao was keenly aware of it.

He raised a slender leg and firmly pressed her ready to move leg.

The leg was restrained, and Nan Hua reached out to push his arm again, trying to push him away from her body.

He held her arm with one free hand.

The two of them seemed to be fighting in the wilderness late at night, with lightning and thunder, thunder and rain.

The kisses don't stop.

At the end of the tossing, Nanhua was tired and her strength was getting weaker and weaker.

She gave up resistance.

The rapid breathing made a sigh-like sound in her throat.

A bloody kiss, humiliating, broken, intense, bewildered, and painful.

It's a pain in my heart.

Nan Hua felt so uncomfortable that her heart clenched together.

The quilt on her face had been struggled off just now, she opened her beautiful autumn eyes and looked at the man on her body.

The man's deep eyes were slightly closed.

Long and thick eyelashes hang down, like the tip of a swallow's wing, deep eye sockets, and three-dimensional brow bones.

Under the light, the bridge of the nose and forehead seemed to be covered with a pale layer, giving them an extraordinarily ascetic aura.

What a heartwarming face that was.

She once loved him so much that she was desperate, so much that she couldn't extricate herself, so much that she loved him so much that moths flew into the flames, and so much that she was crushed to pieces.

Yes, to pieces!

She became what she is now, human or human, ghost or ghost, all thanks to him!

The brain hated him, but the body betrayed him.

As his kiss deepened, her breathing became more and more rapid.

My heart was also beating fast, thumping, as if I had a lively rabbit in my arms.

Without the protection of that layer of chest cavity, the heart would probably jump out.

Suddenly feeling cold in his lower abdomen, Huo Beiyao lifted a corner of his jacket from the hem.

His big hand reached in, grabbed her slender waist, and held it lovingly.

The familiar soft touch of his fingers and the gradually scalding temperature made Nanhua wake up instantly, and the hairs all over her body exploded in an instant.

Can't go on any longer.

If it continues, things will get out of hand.

Nan Hua looked around and saw her bag, which was half a meter away on the right.

The arm stretched out, stretched, stretched again, and finally caught the bag.

Holding the bag with his fingers, his eyes were fixed on Huo Beiyao.

He still closed his eyes and kissed her seriously.

That earnest expression was already almost pious, so pious that people couldn't bear to interrupt it.

Nanhua paused for a moment, and quickly regained her senses.

He is a man, a man who can't control his lower body, and he can't be indulged any longer.

She carefully unzipped the bag chain, took out the switchblade from inside, and pressed the button.

After a very slight "bang", the sharp tip of the knife popped out.

suddenly.

Nan Hua swung the knife to Huo Beiyao's chest, and shouted sharply, "Get up!"

Feeling the hard object against his chest, Huo Beiyao quickly opened his eyes, looked down, and saw a sharp knife against his chest.

Under the illumination of the light, the sharp and shiny blade exudes a sharp cold light.

Huo Beiyao's handsome face darkened.

Hostility gradually climbed in his deep eyes.

He raised his right hand, grasped her wrist with lightning speed, and squeezed it hard.

Nan Hua cried out in pain.

The wrist hurts, let go, and the switchblade falls to the quilt.

She straightened up like a carp, turned over and sat up, changed her hand, and grabbed the knife.

Huo Beiyao stretched out his arm and took the knife into his hand first.

Seeing him holding a sharp knife in his hostility and staring at her with cold eyes, Nan Hua shuddered for no reason.

She moved her body and kept backing away.

Backing to the bed, she turned over and jumped out of bed, and ran towards the window.

When she came to the bed, she took a step with her long legs, nimbly climbed onto the window sill, and said to Huo Beiyao, "Don't come over, or I'll jump off here!"

Huo Beiyao's expression froze, and then the corners of his lips curled up, with a half-smile, "Let's dance."

Sensing something was wrong, Nanhua opened the curtains and turned her head to look out.

When I saw it, I took a deep breath.