people can be bullied

He lowered his eyes, moved his wrist slightly, and the scabbard easily opened the wide open skirt, hanging in the air above the hanging life card. When the scabbard was pushed down, the hidden formation was shattered, revealing the secret that I had been hiding all along. Fate card, in order to prevent others from discovering He Chong's life card, I specially attached a hidden formation on it, stacked up to eight layers, so for so long, Bai Lian has not been able to find that He Chong is hidden in me life card.At the same time, I also concealed Wen Heng's storage ring. He Chong was able to discover the fate card, probably because of the attraction from the same source.

The scabbard lifted the red rope around my neck, and the fate tablet belonging to He Chong shook slightly.

He Chong's eyes changed slightly, and he said, "Sure enough." His expression didn't change, but the chill on his body seemed to be a little lighter.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him, "Thank you, Master..."

Then I saw He Chong's expression clearly, in the dark room, He Chong's expression was extremely cold, his eyes were like water, like the cold pool of Wuji, the coolness penetrated to the bone.

He Chong looked at me condescendingly, and the scabbard slid down the skirt of my shirt little by little, onto my chest, touching my nipples, and viciously rolled it, the sensitive flesh was congested, red and swollen, more than doubled in size.

He has a dignified expression, without any hint of intimacy.

Holding the sword in his hand was also extremely stable, as if the sword in his hand was supposed to be used like this.

It's clearly doing dirty things in a serious manner.

Before I even reacted, I still stared at He Chong in a daze, and then realized that this was inappropriate.

"Master." I turned sideways to avoid his scabbard, and said in a deep voice, "Don't play tricks on this disciple."

Without saying a word, He Chong shifted the position of the scabbard from Shanruliu, from the side of the neck to the chest and abdomen, and swept it along the marks left by Bai Lian one by one.

Not a single piece of my body is clean, the traces left by Bai Lian are covered layer after layer, and they are extremely obscene. Anyone who looks at it will think that the owner of the body is dissolute, even if those traces were imposed by others , those people will not pay attention to the wishes of the victims, nor will they pay attention to the process.

I curled up, trying to cover my naked body, pleading with a trembling voice: "Don't look..."

The wandering scabbard paused, lifted slightly, and then penetrated into the gap between flesh and flesh, like prying open a tightly closed river clam, prying me open.

"No..." I was so ashamed that I almost cried, I had no place to live, nowhere to hide.

He Chong added more force, the flesh on his chest was crushed deep into his chest, the pain mixed with inexplicable pleasure swept over, I couldn't help sobbing, but I heard He Chong said: "You like it so much?"

His tone was flat, as usual without any ups and downs.

I was so shocked that I almost thought I had misheard.

What do you like?

what do you like?

I pondered over and over the meaning of these four words, but I could only feel insult and contempt from them.

He Chong also thinks of me that way?

I held back my tears and went to see He Chong's expression.

He Chong's expression was indifferent, he clearly believed that I was indulging in carnal desires.

I was shaking with rage, what did he think I was, whore?or bitch?

Why would I like being belittled?

I couldn't move, so I stared at him fiercely, wishing I could take off his life card and hit him in the face, but unfortunately my hands were still bound by chains, so I couldn't put it into action.

If He Chong didn't realize it, he picked up the scabbard, and the precarious clothes slipped off his shoulders, exposing more flesh and blood. He Chong's eyes darkened once, and his movements were still slow. He ran over my other hand. The meat on the side of the chest, fiddled with the poor meat back and forth, repeatedly playing with it.

I thought He Chong would be my salvation.

Always thought so.

Looking back now, I was foolish enough to pin my hopes on others.

I'm really stubborn.

From the moment I was crushed by He Chong, I realized that the master I regarded as a god was just my wishful thinking.

And the one who shattered my fantasy was He Chong himself.

He Chong cut off the chains on my hands and feet, picked me up, and held me in his arms.

The belt was untied, my legs were separated, and the body belonging to an adult male was embedded in it. The aggressive intention was self-evident. He Chong's thin lips curved up for a moment, and a hot foreign object touched the base of my leg. I With a scream, he crawled away with hands and feet, "No!"

Immediately, I was caught by the calf, unable to break free, unable to escape.