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He ran out anxiously and walked around in the huge courtyard: Hazy! Hazy!

She shouted loudly, but she didn't find him in her eyes, and she didn't get a response from Jiu Lanlong. She almost found the door: Long!

Miss Misha. The man in black guarding the door bowed his head respectfully to Amisha: My lord has just driven out.

What? You said he drove out? Amisa opened her eyes wide.

Yes.

How could he drive like that! Something will happen! Amisa asked anxiously: Do you know where he went?

The man in black shook his head.

Amisa also felt that her questions were unnecessary. How could her subordinates know where he had gone? Is there something urgent?

Why……

Think about it, he's not a crazy person, he should have some sense of control. When she turned around and headed back to the villa, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind.

By the way, what kind of car did Hao drive out?

It's the silver car that was delivered this morning. The man in black answered respectfully.

Amisa was stunned, and her expression was dull for a moment. Who drove out in that car? What a coincidence? Or is the important thing actually related to Mo Xue?

I have always believed that Ou is not a crazy person, but will he go crazy for that woman? With suspicion and helplessness, Amisha returned to the villa.

The porridge on the table was still steaming, and Amisha squatted down on the ground, covering her face and crying: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

That's the bitterness of a woman. I care so much about your body, but you go to find another woman regardless of your body? Hazy... I thought about making porridge for you, but you didn't even remember that I was making porridge.

A sad atmosphere filled the whole room. After crying enough, Amisha stood up and walked upstairs. She rarely stays alone at home.

But there is always a forbidden place in Long's home, which is a mysterious room. Hao almost put a seal on this room and no one was allowed in except him.

Is there any secret in that room?

Perhaps her mood was too sad, which aroused the desire in her heart. Amisha came to the forbidden room and pressed the door lock. She couldn't push the door open, and it was locked inside...

Haha... Hao is really cautious. I desperately want to know everything about you, but you keep your secrets locked away.

Hazy, what is in this room? What's the secret you're hiding?

Amisa shed tears as she thought about it.

At the same time, Jiu Lan was driving on the road. His fever made him in such a bad state that he almost bumped into others several times.

But he remained calm in the face of danger and passed other cars calmly.

Moxue... He whispered the woman's name softly. Perhaps his body, which was unprepared for the virus at this time, could see through a person's mind.

Hao rushed to find Mo Xue.

In the theater on Triangle Street, the VIP movie theater was occupied today, and scenes that should not have been played were played.

The speakers in this room surround the voices of men and women on the screen.

On the bench in the first row, Moxue's upper body clothes had been taken off, and her lower half was still covered by trousers.

She is like a godless rag doll.

Whether it's her neck, collarbone, subclavicle, or her slender waist, every part has his mark.

His big hands on her waist slowly reached the edge of her pants, deftly unbuttoned her pants, and gently pulled down the zipper with his fingers.

'Zizzizi...' The sound of the zipper being dropped, her pants became very loose, so his big palm could easily...

Mo Xue was still struggling.

A soft squeaking sound came from the edge of her mouth. The feeling was so real that Mo Xue's eyes turned red: Yu Chen...

An Yuchen didn't stop...

Hmm! Yuchen, no... don't do this! She couldn't help but say it after all. Her hands resisted and held down An Yuchen's shoulders, trying to stop his actions.

Mo Xue twisted her waist, and even though electric current flowed through her body, she began to resist and struggle: Yu Chen, please, please stop. I don't want it.

There was a hoarse cry in her voice, a kind of pleading. Because she felt indebted to An Yuchen, when she refused, she was more begging.

That sound was heartbreaking.

This is the plea of ​​his deep love for women, huh... even if he kills countless people, even if he never cares about whether women are willing, even if he treats women as tools. But Mo Xue is different! She was his deepest and deepest love.

An Yuchen stopped moving, and his lips slowly left Mo Xue.

The flames in his body burned bigger and bigger, but he really couldn't bear to refuse the plea of ​​the woman he loved so much.

Moxue, you're crying. An Yuchen raised his head and looked at the tears in Moxue's eyes. He had never seen this woman cry, but now, he saw it.

It turns out that seeing her cry is not a good thing, it is so distressing. I finally made you cry, the woman I love most... How should I ask for your forgiveness?

And Mo Xue's tears were not because An Yuchen had done anything to her, but because she felt guilty, guilty, and uneasy! Women can protect their bodies for the sake of modesty. But is it because she has a trace of resistance in her heart? Obviously I should leave my body and mind to this man...

Yuchen...after struggling, I still rejected you. I don’t know who won and who lost the battle in my heart, but at that moment, the rejection was shouted from the bottom of my heart. Chen, you are the man who saved me from the abyss and gave me happiness... How should I ask for your forgiveness?

An Yuchen wiped the tears from her face, looked at Mo Xue distressedly, sat up, put his hands around her waist, and hugged her as well.

His big hands unhurriedly buttoned up the buttons on her pants and zipped up the zipper. Then he handed her the clothes he had taken off: Here, put your clothes on.

His voice was so gentle.

But this gentleness is just a sharper knife to Mo Xue. She selfishly wants to beg An Yuchen to scold her, hate her and blame her. He didn't soothe her so gently.

Chen, I'm sorry! Mo Xue held back tears. She didn't want her tears to fall and make An Yuchen sympathize with her, because she no longer wanted to get Yuchen's sympathy.

An Yuchen slowly smiled: Xue, it's me who should say I'm sorry. I was impulsive today. Stop crying, okay?

Mo Xue closed her eyes. She could no longer face An Yuchen's eyes. They were so gentle and tolerated all her unhappiness: I'm not mentally prepared for today. Chen, I promise you, wait until I do it. On the day when I am ready, I will give all my body and mind to you.”

She couldn't make up for her guilt towards An Yuchen. Hiding what happened three years ago was already an incurable scar. The self-blame in her heart cannot be expressed in words, she can only promise!