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"What are you doing……"

The tears in Qiuying's eyes hadn't dried yet, and she couldn't see the expression on Qiu Xiaobai's face at the moment, but his trembling voice was about to knock Qiuying down.

Grabbing Qiuming as if trying to embed his fingers into his flesh, his confused mind was even more confused by the cold wind.

Qiumen was so surprised that he even forgot to put him down, the hard lump in his body was still growing.

Although Qiu Xiaobai is simple, he is not stupid. He has been studying medicine with Bai Kui since he was a child, so he still understands this aspect.

But, why, although father and father are men, the one in front of him now is his brother.

Qiu Xiaobai's views on things are different because of the environment in which he grew up since he was a child, but the impact of the facts is too strong for him to clear his mind.

Dad is also a man, and he gave birth to them. If it is said that what happened to the elder brothers is unethical, then wouldn't dad be against the sky?

Thinking like this, it seems that the matter in front of him is not... nothing... a big deal...

Qiu Xiaobai was confused by himself, his eyes were glazed, and he stumbled away.

Qiuying watched Qiu Xiaobai leave, not only frightened but also worried. She didn't know what Xiaobai would think, it must have been a big blow.

And, what about Qiuming... the scene of being bumped into by someone I like...

Qiuying didn't dare to look at Qiuming, the two of them maintained this posture all the time, Qiuming's fiery heat didn't show any signs of softening, but they didn't quit either.

Qiuying finally plucked up the courage to raise her eyes to peek at Qiuming. Unexpectedly, Qiuming kept looking at him, her eyes seemed to reflect the light of the moon, which was cold and hurtful.

He said, "Have you seen enough?"

Qiuying didn't even understand the meaning of his words, Qiuming grabbed his waist and pulled away suddenly, before Qiuying had time to cry out the pain, she ruthlessly inserted in again.

"Ah!" The screams seemed to be squeezed out.

His bare back rubbed against the rough tree trunk, but he felt no pain. All his senses were focused on the part where he had intercourse with Qiumen.

It hurts, it hurts, will he die like this...

The torture finally ended before Qiuying fell into a coma. After venting her anger, Qiuming immediately let go of Qiuying's slender red waist pinched by him, and let him fall to the ground.

Under the silver moonlight, Qiuying's naked body seemed not to be human. In response to the moonlight, it felt soft and even sacred, but that feeling was completely destroyed by the bloodstains on his buttocks and thighs.

After Qiuming got dressed, he glanced at Qiuying, who looked like a rag doll, and at the clothes he had torn all over the floor. Qiuming untied his coat, threw it on Qiuying, and left without looking back.

After a while, Qiuying clutched at Qiuming's coat and wept silently.

He is finished, hopeless, even if he treats him like that, his hatred, his resentment, he is still moved by this piece of clothing and his gentleness.

Qiuying stuffed her hand into her mouth and bit it hard. Why is the taste of blood so light, and why doesn't it hurt?

He is sick?Obsessed?

When Qiuying came out of the woods, the moon had already turned into half, and the bleeding had stopped, but every step he took was like being torn apart, and his hands and feet trembled in pain.

The fire was getting closer, Qiuying gritted her teeth and walked forward, the outer shirt could not cover his bare legs, she had to go back before dawn, and quickly put on medicine and changed clothes before the others woke up.

The trees on the outskirts of the woods were sparse, and they couldn't cover their camping team, nor could they cover the people arguing on the other side.

With Qiuming's back turned to him, Qiu Xiaobai struggled in Qiuming's arms with tears on his face.

In order not to let her hands tremble again, Qiuying pinched the bark beside her hard with her fingers.

He was still a little far away from them, so he couldn't hear what they were arguing about, but Qiuying didn't dare to go forward, he was afraid that Qiuming would find out.

Qiu Xiaobai didn't know martial arts, and he couldn't win Qiuming's powerful arms. Losing his mind, he raised his hand and slapped Qiuming.

Qiuying's eyes widened. The wind was still cold. He hurried towards the two of them. He had experienced Qiuming's power. If he really got angry, Qiuying was afraid that Qiu Xiaobai would suffer.

But the injury behind him made him unable to walk fast, and luckily he couldn't, because Qiuming didn't get angry, he held Qiu Xiaobai's hand tightly and said something, which made Qiu Xiaobai stiffen and stared blankly. looking at him.

Qiuying's heart!one time.

Did he say it, did he say it, he said that he is actually the only one in his heart...

Qiu Xiaobai's eyes flicked around, and he started talking to Qiuming again. Qiuming no longer restrained Qiu Xiaobai forcefully, and Qiu Xiaobai's body and expression softened.

A gust of wind blew through Qiuying's ears, and he heard Qiu Xiaobai's soft voice say, "Really? Then, I forgive you..."

Qiuming still turned his back to Qiuying, he raised his hand and rubbed heavily on Qiu Xiaobai's messy hair.

Qiu Xiaobai glared at him with an unnatural expression, and straightened his hair.

Qiuying's fingers were already bloody from digging on the bark, but he still felt no pain.

Qiuying turned around, and the moon had already faded a lot.

Bewitched by the moon, he was forced to wake up before he had time to attack.

Three years later.

Qiuying leaned on the soft couch, looked at the shivering man kneeling on the ground through layers of veils, lazily blinked at the person beside her, and immediately brought fresh grapes to her mouth.

After he had admired enough of the panicked appearance of the man, Qiuying said, "Do you know why I came here for you?"

The man paused, and then trembled even more violently, a look of death appeared beside his handsome face. "Heroes are merciful! Heroes are merciful!"

"It's not impossible to be kind."

"Thank you, hero! Thank you, hero!" The man kowtowed desperately, and after a while his forehead was bruised and kept kowtowing.

"Go back and divorce your wife."

The man paused again, with fear and embarrassment on his face.

"No? Well, go back and buy a good coffin, and wait for the poison to come out."

"Hero, hero, please spare the little one, the little one will never dare again!"

"Don't dare what? Don't you dare to play with men anymore? Or don't you dare to let your wife disfigure her?" When Qiuying said this, she was standing beside him with a mask, and her thin body couldn't help shaking .

Qiuying glanced at the masked man and motioned for him to come over. The man walked to Qiuying and was pulled into his arms, gently stroking his back, "Lianqing, the young master is venting his anger on you today, what do you think?"

When the kneeling man heard it, he cried louder and louder, "Hero, spare your life! Qing'er, husband and wife in one day, one hundred days of grace! You have to help me! I have no other choice!"

Although separated by the veil, the man's desolate look of greed for life and fear of death, without missing a single bit, fell into the eyes of pity, making him turn his face away unbearably.

Seeing him like this, Qiuying waved her hand, and the strong man standing outside dragged the man out.

"Ah! Ah! Don't! I don't want to die! Spare me! Qing'er! You can't be so ruthless! Ahh!"

"Wait!" Lianqing couldn't bear it in the end, and called out to stop, "Young master, you... just let him go."

Qiuying didn't say anything, but seeing Lianqing's eyes gradually burning with anger, he was angry, because Lianqing couldn't bear it!

"He let his wife disfigure you, and you pleaded for him?"

Lianqing seemed to be remembering the scene at that time, and her body couldn't help shaking again, her exposed autumn eyes were soaked with tears, "Lianqing didn't dare to intercede with him, if it wasn't for the young master's action at that time, Lianqing was afraid I am no longer in this world. I hate him, hate him for being ruthless, hate him for being cowardly, hate him for not loving me at all..."

Qiuying slowly clenched her hands on Lianqing's back, only he knew that there was a big wound in his heart, and he was also hurt by someone who didn't love him.

"But when Lianqing saw his appearance today, she didn't blame him anymore. She only blamed Lianqing herself. She was blind and thought that this person was an upright gentleman, and she gave him all the love in this life...it was Lianqing. No fault, this kind of blood is not worthy of dirtying the young master's hands."

Qiuying slowly let go of Cheng Cheng's hand, "In short, you just want to intercede for him."

"Son..."

Qiuying sighed, "Okay, I can spare his life, but his wife cut off one of your fingers, and I will cut off his hand."

"Son..."

"Okay, you all go down."

"Ah! Spare me! Spare me!!"

Lianqing knew that there was no room for redress for this matter. Seeing the person who was sweet and considerate to her in the past being dragged out like a dead dog, Lianqing also knew that in this life, his love was really exhausted. up.

If it was three years ago, Qiuying might not understand the emotion in Lianqing's eyes at this time, but now, he understands it thoroughly.

Once the heart sinks, it is considered dead and cannot be taken back.

After everyone else retreated, Qiuying stood up from the couch, picked up the flagon beside her and walked to the window.

It was a full moon night again, and the moon was still so beautiful, and I didn't know who it wanted to show it to.

The wind blew in from the window, blowing up layers of veils, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Qiuying slipped her hand holding the jug, and the exquisite porcelain fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He turned his head and looked at the person leaning on the pillar beside him.

I don't know when he came in, it seems to have been standing there for a long time, if it wasn't for the veil blown by the wind, only where he was, Qiuying might not have been able to discover his existence.

The wind stopped, and the flickering candlelight gradually stabilized, shining on the man's mediocre face.

However, Qiuying seemed to see a ghost, and her steps backed up unconsciously until she hit the window, turned around and even wanted to fly out of the window.

But the man moved faster, reached out and grabbed Qiuying's wide sleeve, and made Qiuying face him and was hugged in his arms.

Qiuying was terrified, she completely lost the calmness and unrestrainedness she had when she held someone else's life and death just now, her hands were restrained, and she could only struggle in vain.

It was none other than Qiuming who made Qiuying panic like this three years ago.

Qiuying's struggle irritated him, and Qiuming hugged Qiuying Xuankong with force, but Qiuying wanted to yell, but her mouth was sealed.

The lips are drier than three years ago, but the overbearing and domineering are still the same.

Qiuying felt that those lips seemed to have magical powers, sucking away the soul in his body, making him in agony.

The tight lips prevented Qiuming from going any further. He turned around with Qiuying in his arms, and they both fell onto the couch.

After Qiuming bit Qiuying's lips for a while, Qiu finally gave up and moved to another place.

As if going back three years ago, Qiuying watched Qiuming violently tearing his clothes in horror, and when he came back to stop him, his upper body was already naked.

"Don't!" Qiuying slapped Qiuming with all her strength, but Qiuming easily dodged it, fixed his wrist with her backhand, tied it with the torn clothes she bit her mouth, and fixed it on Qiuying's head.

"No...don't...brother...please...really not..."

When the first tear fell, Qiuming's hot desire penetrated Qiuying's back hole without any lubrication.

The huge pain caused Qiuying to bounce upwards. For a moment, he seemed to see endless darkness, but the darkness did not fully accept him, and the pain continued to intensify. Qiuming failed to penetrate all the way at once. After slightly retreating, he pushed harder. Jack in.

"It's tight..."

"I beg you... oh...it hurts...don't... brother──" Qiuming's kiss was pressed down again, Qiuying was powerless to stop her, and was forced to entangle with his lips and teeth, feeling his plunder and his anger .

Please, don't do this to me...