Destiny of crossing

Looking at Fu Jian who was approaching and Sima Yao who was less than two meters away, Pei Ran suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression, and even a sense of uncontrollable powerlessness came slowly.

That feeling of powerlessness was terrifying, reminding him of when he was forced by the robbers, when he was forced by Sima Yao, when he was insulted by those two guards...

If it's daytime, you can see Pei Ran's face is frighteningly pale.

In fact, Sima Yao didn't do anything, as he said, even with his hands tied, he couldn't do anything!

What's more, Fu Jian swam over quickly, grabbed Sima Yao's hair, and pressed it viciously into the water. Sima Yao struggled to get his head out, but was pushed back into the water again. Sima Yao drowned.

Seeing Sima Yao's struggle getting weaker and weaker, Pei Ran stopped him loudly, "Wenyu, that's enough."

But Fu Jian didn't seem to hear, pinched Sima Yao's neck, pressed his head in the water again, for a long time.

The thumping sound seemed to have stopped, leaving only the reverberation of the water waves churning.

Pei Ran's mind suddenly blossomed, and it was blindingly blank.

He thumped twice, snatched Sima Yao from Fu Jian's hand, and hugged him in his arms, but that body had already softened and became unconscious.

"Shen Yi, Shen Yi—" He slapped Sima Yao's face, and the self-control and calmness he had cultivated in the past three years suddenly disappeared. His hands were trembling, his lips were trembling, his whole body was trembling, and even the tone of his voice was trembling. It's trembling.

He desperately dragged this heavy body to the shore, flattened it, and pressed his chest and lungs.

Fu Jian caught up from behind and looked coldly at Pei Ran's anxious expression: "Ran Er, do you like him?"

Pei Ran seemed to have never heard of it, and continued to save the dying person with all her strength.

Finally, Sima Yao spit out a few mouthfuls of spring water, coughed a few times, and his life was considered to be out of danger.

Only then did Pei Ran let out a sigh of relief, and without paying attention, she realized that she had forgotten to put on her clothes, and just knelt in front of Sima Yao in embarrassing embarrassment.

Pei Ran suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, at this moment, Fu Jian grabbed his wrist, brought him in front of him, and hugged him tightly.

"Wenyu, let go," Pei Ran shouted while twisting her body.

Fu Jian increased his strength and breathed heavily: "Ran'er," his lips and teeth eagerly caught the pink flower in front of him.

"Give it to me? Give it to me..." Fu Jian begged, but his movements were firm, and his left hand came down from his waist to his thigh.

Pei Ran shuddered, and grabbed the restless hand: "Wenyu, I can't now, I can't, let me go first."

Fu Jian's sperm went to his head, and he kissed that long-lost fragrance again, and his body was burning with desire. How could he still listen to Pei Ran's words?He simply used a lot of force to push Pei Ran to the ground all at once.

It is said that a normal bisexual person, when he sees the beauty that he misses day and night standing naked in front of him, can bear it, he will not be called Fu Jian.

The most informal thing in Fu Jian's life is this kind of thing, the joy of fish and water, no one is better at it and understands the charm better than him.

Fu Jian's face lay on Pei Ran's neck, biting, and he lost his rhythm crazily.

Pei Ran twisted and struggled under her body, no matter how much she persuaded Fu Jian, Fu Jian still went his own way.

Pei Ran was extremely annoyed by this, and roared loudly: "Fu Wenyu, if you don't stop, I don't want to see you again in this life."

Fu Jian was taken aback for a moment, then stopped his movements suddenly, and his face slowly emerged from Pei Ran's neck: "Ran'er, you have clearly promised to be my man, why do you still refuse?"

Those bright eyes in the dark night contained sadness and grievance.

Pei Ran got up, pushed away the person who was pressing on her, and went to her own clothes to get dressed.

Fu Jian looked at the figure in front of him, then at the small tent in his crotch, let out a depressed roar, and jumped into the hot spring.

Pei Ran silently returned to the campfire, looking up at the starry sky.

No one noticed that the man lying on the edge of the hot spring had already recovered his sanity, and he watched Fu Jian play hooligans on Pei Ran, but he was helpless.

He clenched his hands in resentment, and his eyes shot out an incomparably icy coldness.

Fu Jian, one day I, Sima Yao, will tear your corpse into thousands of pieces.

Pei Ran, don't fall into my hands, otherwise, I will make you unable to escape from my palm for the rest of your life, you are mine, mine alone, forever.