Chapter 534 A Night of Burning Passion (14)

All the excitement and throbbing were drained from her bone marrow at this moment.

Suddenly she felt a little dull, suddenly her heart ached and she couldn't breathe, suddenly she felt her whole body was so stiff that she couldn't move.

As if her acupuncture points were tapped, she stared at his confused and fascinated face for a long time, and then her eyes moved slightly, and tears slowly flowed down from the corners of her eyes, along her The cheek fell into her ear.

The strength of her fingers around his waist gradually disappeared, and she slid down to the bed a little bit, grabbing the sheets hard.

Just now, she felt a little and secretly happy because of such a close contact with him.

Even when he was intimate with her, for a moment, when she was rational, she secretly imagined that he would be with her because of this night...

It turns out that it was just her whim...

He hasn't completely woken up from the alcohol, he is still immersed in his dream, he just regards her as the girl he likes...

She really wanted to wake him up, push him away hard, pour a basin of cold water on his head, and tell him that she was not Tingting, she was Song Qingchun...

But she felt like she was going to faint at any time. Her chest was so painful that she couldn't move at all. She could only feel dry and angry in her heart.

She felt extremely cold, but he was still extremely enthusiastic.

Such a sharp contrast made her tears flow even more fiercely. She subconsciously turned her head away and avoided his sight. She was afraid that she would cry, so she bit her lower lip with all her strength until the end. She could taste the strong smell of blood.

He didn't know when he ended. She only knew that the moment he was released in her body, she couldn't hold it back and sobbed softly. Just for a moment, she reacted, and before he noticed it , quickly turned around, faced him, and bit the quilt fiercely.

He was satiated and seemed to be in a good mood. He lay next to her and gently held her in his arms. His actions were like treating the most elusive treasure in the world.

His chest was warm and solid, but it made her heart twitch and the pain became more severe.

He put his head on top of hers, rubbed it lustfully for a few times, then lowered his head, kissed her hair, and brought it close to her ear, like lovers who were deeply in love telling secret love words. Normally, she said in a low and deep voice: "Tingting, I love you."

I love you……

She never knew that three words that sounded so beautiful could become the most hurtful weapon.

Song Qingchun buried her face in the quilt, curled up into the most insecure position, and silently burst into tears.

Su Zhinian, who was holding her in his arms, had been quiet for less than five minutes before he started to move again.

His fingertips, with their hot temperature, touched her skin, leaving clusters of shivers.

Song Qingchun wanted to resist, but she couldn't muster any strength. To him, her struggle was more like teasing, and in the end she was pressed hard by him again...

His movements became more and more urgent, and the pain in her heart was gradually suppressed by the sensory impulse.