Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

At this moment, Qin Beichuan's desire for possessiveness, as well as the most primitive aggressive and destructive desires of men, reached their limit.

He wanted Jialan to deeply remember the feeling of being with him, and forget the marks left in her body by other men.

And when Jialan Chuchu moaned pitifully in a low voice, this thought became even stronger.

Therefore, he is gentle at all, even a little rough.

However, the process was not very smooth.

At first I thought I was rushing too much, but soon realized something.

He stopped and said in a hoarse voice, "You haven't had a man in these few years."

He used an affirmative tone.

Jia Lan's reaction is obviously not an experienced woman...

Even, there is almost no difference between the feeling tonight and the night seven years ago.

Jia Lan frowned tightly, gasping for air: "I never said I did, you think so."

She spoke with grievance, and there was a strong nasal sound in her voice, which made Qin Beichuan's heart ache.

He knew that he not only misunderstood Jialan, but also hurt her.

But apart from distress and guilt, there is more joy.

He wasn't in a hurry anymore, he was patient, and waited for Jialan to breathe a sigh of relief, "If I never come to you, are you going to be a nun forever?"

"I'm not planning to get married."

Qin Beichuan looked at her closely and whispered in her ear, "It's not because I completely forgot about me."

The two had talked so much tonight, and he already understood the reason why Jialan had alienated him and avoided him all these years.

Jia Lan thought that he only owed her, without a trace of male-female affection.

Since he was someone she couldn't wait for, she would rather not see him for the rest of her life, and even wanted to cut off her own thoughts by getting married.

This stupid woman.

She bit her lip, turned her blushing face away, and said firmly: "Anyway, I really want to get married."

Qin Beichuan turned her face away: "Then marry me."

Jia Lan looked at him, the corners of her mouth gradually tightened, her eyes were full of grievances, as if she was complaining about his late confession, and she seemed not sure if he was sincere.

"I'm serious." Qin Beichuan said.

Her mouth shrunk, her eyes were red.

"I'll think it over."

Qin Beichuan smiled and kissed her face: "Think slowly, anyway, I will follow wherever you go in the future."

"what ever."

She said coldly, she turned her face away, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Qin Beichuan couldn't hold on any longer, he asked Jialan softly if she felt better.

Jialan nodded slightly and hugged his shoulders.

Qin Beichuan hugged her back, lowered his head inadvertently, but saw the red mark on her back.

That was pressed out on the desktop just now.

Thinking of the flying vinegar he ate just now, Qin Beichuan couldn't help but laugh at himself for being stupid.

He thought that she would think of the time with Luo Zilin when she was in the bedroom, but now she realized that the relationship between her and Luo Zilin hadn't developed to that level yet, and he hadn't figured out the facts, so he brought people here indiscriminately.

Almost ruined a good night...

"Do you want to go back to the bedroom?"

Qin Beichuan can go anywhere, but the studio is not comfortable, she is not used to it, and being here will only make her more nervous.

Jialan blushed and nodded in his arms.

Qin Beichuan smiled, picked up Jialan again, and brought her back to the bedroom.

……

In the second half of the night, the wind picked up and brought some chaotic clouds.

Mingyue seemed embarrassed to look at the lingering couple in the room again, and quietly hid behind the clouds, finally sinking below the city's horizon.

And in this ambiguous room that makes people ashamed to look directly, they are tightly intertwined, unscrupulously venting their grievances and physical desires.

But it seems that no matter how obsessed, it can't make up for the emptiness and suffering of these years.

Until exhaustion, until the sky turns white...