MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress-Chapter 2079 Fanwai: The Calamity of This Life 5

Ye Ling heard the cold sharpness in his tone, with a threat, as if as long as she said a "yes" word, the man would break his neck in the next second.

A chill lingered in her heart, condensed in the heart, and entangled in the lungs, and even breathing became difficult. She was forced to breathe hard with her head raised, and a "snoring" sound was made in her throat. It is a messy, heavy breathing, and the harder you breathe, the more you feel that your throat is dry and you can't breathe oxygen.

Tears burst into dying pain.

The sight blurred by tears became more and more confused, and his consciousness suddenly fell, and he suddenly found no support point ...

"What I gave me, don't throw it away at will, otherwise ..."

Before Ye Yan was about to fall into the darkness, the man's hoarse, rough voice suddenly sounded in his ears, scratching rough on her groggy, groggy consciousness like sandpaper.

The next second, the force clamped on the cheeks disappeared.

She thought that her face would hurt because of being clamped by such a strong force, but to her surprise, there was only a slight tingling pain.

The man's voice, burning hot in her ear, kept echoing: "I will be angry!"

Ye Jiran woke up from the barren consciousness, and asked his voice hoarsely, "What do you ... what do you want to do?"

The trembling voice contained incomparable astonishment and anxiety, and the husky voice carried a hint of timidity, but contained strange confusion.

However, she knew nothing about it.

"punish you!"

Si Yuanzhen was somewhat annoyed that she discarded the wooden clogs she had given her, although it was just one, worthless and aesthetic, and cut rough wooden clogs.

However, he still refused to let her give up.

Ye Xun aphasia for a while, but tears kept falling from the face of Guang Ruyu.

"Don't cry ..." Si Yuanzhen whispered, looking at the woman who was crying in front of her eyes, but was still coquettish and pitiful, her fingers rubbed against her, and her cheeks were as smooth as jade: "The more you cry, The more I want to bully you. "

A glimpse of Lingji Temple that day, he only thought she was an ordinary pilgrim, not thinking too much.

Later, in the zen room of the old bald donkey in Lingji, across a translucent screen, he saw her again, heard her discussing tea with the old bald donkey in Lingji, heard her recite the Heart Sutra, and heard her At Lingji's request, he recited the "Tibetan Bodhisattva's Original Wishes".

At first, he only felt that her voice was soft, sloppy, clean and clear, just like the sound of nature, and he couldn't help listening to it a few words, but unknowingly, he felt that he hated the Buddhist scriptures in the past. Actually did not become annoying, but I really listened in.

Even he felt incredible.

It is undeniable that at that moment he became interested in this woman.

But it's just interest.

However, it was unexpected that he didn't know what evil was in him, and actually made him feel a little bit entangled in the next few days.

From ear to ear, she lingered from time to time. She was pure and moving, like a sound of natural sound, and her heart was more like being caught by a cat. As long as she thought of this woman, she felt itchy and mixed her body and body.

Ye Wei looked for a moment, and looked at the man close at hand.

The pupil who was baptized in tears seemed to have a layer of tulle in front of her eyes, making her vision a little hazy, not even the man in front of her.

However, his words really frightened her.

Even if she was stupid and naive, she understood what the "bullying" in this man's mouth meant.

"Even crying is so beautiful." Si Yuanzhen stared fiercely at her, wondering what charm this woman had, which made him so upset.

I looked at her at this moment, crying like pear blossoms with water, too beautiful eyebrows, lined with the pale red in the pupils, a little bit bright, and there were too late tears on the eyelids, Like light cream Xiaolu, stained with dense eyelashes, small white face, tears, timid and innocent.

It's not a fascinating city, it's not a national beauty, it's not beautiful, but it's like the pear blossoms that opened in March or April.

In his capacity, what kind of Tianzi country has never been seen, but he has to admit that he really likes this Xiaojiabiyu.

Si Yuanzhen looked at her innocent purity at this time, and her heart was agitated: "Well, how long are your eyes, water and spirit, like talking? When you look at people, it's like It's hook-like, and it can take away human souls. "

Ye Xiu grew up from a young age, where he was so lightly spoken by a man, his face was red for a while, and white for a while, and he wanted to refute his words.

However, Si Yuanzhen pressed her lips again.

No matter how hard she struggles, or cry in shock.

From the lips to the tongue, and then deep into the throat, tangled, ****, tortured, and finally sucked fiercely, she felt that her lungs were filled with itching, and he was sucked away little by little. Nothing left, feeling her lack of itch, his kiss softened, and after getting the itch, he began to **** hard, once again exhausted the last trace of air in her body.

So repeatedly.

Ye Xuan could only bear it passively. With such a strong suction, she couldn't even make a "chuckling" voice.

The man's heavy gasp was so clear in the dark, dark, and messy utility room.

She can even hear the occasional high heels outside the stairwell, stepping on the ground stairs, making a "chuckling" sound, and the heavy sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.

Upstairs in the utility room is the restaurant on the fourth floor.

She could hear the enthusiastic and cheerful Bai folk songs in the restaurant, as well as the sound of travelers gathering and laughing.

All this is so close to her, but also so far away from her.

And she, under the arrogance of a man, has lost any chance of self-help and can only let him desire and desire.

This taste is more desperate than ever.

It is like when a person sees hope, but can only lose it with hope, the kind of helpless despair will magnify a hundred times, or even a thousand times.

"Hmm ... a visionary skirt ..."

Lips and teeth are intertwined, saliva is fused, and thin silver wires are pulled apart. Si Yuanzhen makes an unknown sound. The body gently suppresses her, one hand is gently holding her soft waist, and one hand is resting on her thigh .

Ye Yan got the opportunity and begged in pain: "Please ... let me ..." Pass me.

However, the only opportunity she pleaded for was swallowed by the man again. She couldn't help regretting it. She should not plead with him. She should seize the opportunity and scream.

Forcing a general kiss, the man's big palm runs down her thigh, slowly moving up, and probes into the bottom of her skirt ...