Du Xiaosheng was a little puzzled, where would this little woman go so late?He turned on the light in the living room, looked around for her traces, and there was a well-proportioned breathing sound from the sofa, which made Du Xiaosheng feel relieved.

He sat on the sofa and stared at the clue of the woman in front of him, feeling fluctuating in his heart. Did he go too far today? Although the box was left to him by his mother back then, he couldn't be so angry because it broke, right?
Thinking about his actions at that time, Du Xiaosheng felt guilty again. He stroked her long hair with his fingers and said slightly, "Yunqiao, I'm sorry, because that's the only thing my mother left me, so I regard it as a treasure."

The woman lying on the sofa seemed to hear something in her deep sleep. Her body shrank a little, her legs were tightly curled up, and she held the hand that touched her with both hands, with a smile on her face. fell asleep deeply.

Du Xiaosheng smiled, and he knew that she could understand him.

Looking at Tang Yunqiao lying on the bed, Du Xiaosheng felt a little thirsty, because through that lace dress, he could see the scenery inside clearly, that vague and clear feeling made people crazy.

"Yunqiao, Yunqiao?" Du Xiaosheng called twice, but no one responded, his body was about to move, and he climbed onto Tang Yunqiao's bed unconsciously.

Reaching into her skirt and groping, maybe touching the wound, the sleeping Tang Yunqiao suddenly frowned, and then slowly fell asleep again.

Du Xiaosheng didn't notice this, but desire was washing his mind, wanting her, definitely wanting her, body and everything.

Such thoughts were transmitted in his brain, and at the same time, his body was also under control, lifting up her skirt bit by bit, kissing that white and smooth skin, which made him want to stop even more.

Du Xiaosheng couldn't help hugging her, and rolled around on the bed. Who would have thought that Tang Yunqiao would say "Ah!", frowned, and could not help stroking his wound with his fingers.

Du Xiaosheng originally thought that she had a desire, but when he got up to make a move, he suddenly saw spots of blood on the snow-white bed sheet.

Du Xiaosheng was startled, and his eyes quickly shifted to Tang Yunqiao. He pushed her to the other side, trying to wake her up, but very helplessly, Tang Yunqiao continued to sleep quietly as if he hadn't heard it.

From the corner of Du Xiaosheng's eyes, he stared at the clothes hanging on the bed, his brows were suddenly frowned, and he quickly brought the clothes over with his hands. There were holes and blood stains on them, which made Du Xiaosheng's heart ruthlessly tugged.

He hugged Tang Yunqiao again and carefully looked at every inch of her body. The bruised wound was obviously pierced by something.

He was very regretful, regretful that he shouldn't have hit her like that, Du Xiaosheng kissed Tang Yunqiao in his arms, desire was no longer so important, what was important was that the woman in his arms was covered with scars at the moment.

Tang Yunqiao fell asleep and felt the temperature around her. Like a bird, she couldn't help but move closer to the warm place, curled her body into a ball, and hid it in the warm embrace.

Upstairs in Du Xiaosheng's bedroom, Tang Chuyan opened her eyes in a daze. There was no sign of Du Xiaosheng in the room. She tried to call his name, but she swallowed the words again.

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