Chapter 808 Domestic Violence (8)

Before Song Qingchun finished speaking, Su Zhinian's lips were fiercely blocked again.

Her lips were incredibly soft, and even though he had just kissed her for a while, he was still easily immersed in her fragrance.

He kissed her so hard that he almost broke her lip skin. He sucked in her sweetness almost lustfully. He couldn't help but pressed his body against hers until his whole body was pressed against hers. In the car, she let out a soft cry because of the pain, and his strength softened slightly.

He still had no intention of moving away from her. He held her head and pushed his head deeper into her mouth.

Her whole body went limp from his kiss, and her back, which was squeezed by the hard car, could no longer feel the pain. Her surroundings, her breath, and her mouth were all filled with his taste, and the air in her lungs was filled with his She sucked it all away bit by bit. She instinctively grabbed his shoulders, opened her mouth slightly in response to his kiss, and wanted to breathe, but it made him give up, and he swept her more and more crazily. .

They kept kissing Song Qingchun until she was about to die, and then Su Zhinian walked around her. He breathed heavily, lowered his head slightly, stared deeply at her blushing face, gritted his teeth and spoke, Her tone was obviously filled with hatred to the extreme, but it was filled with deep helplessness: "Tingting, I'm really going to go crazy because of you..."

I have always been so determined to want you to live a better life, but you are so stubborn and stubborn, shaking my determination again and again.

"You know very well that there is nothing I can do against you..." Su Zhinian looked so fierce that he would rush up and strangle the little woman in front of him at any time. He gritted his teeth hard, but the anger finally disappeared. He was reluctant to send it out, but it just turned into a long sigh. Then he raised his hand, gently touched her forehead, and tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ears. Sai, holding her little face, sighed again, and murmured helplessly: "Tingting, tell me, what should I do with you?"

His tone was low and seductive, with a sense of sadness mixed with a hint of affection. Song Qingchun grabbed the fingertips of his clothes and trembled slightly. She subconsciously slowly raised her eyelids and looked at him. caught his eyes.

The throbs and emotions that he brought to her when he kissed her still remained in her eyes, which made him fascinated for a while. After a while, he regained his composure and slowly stroked her delicate cheek with his thumb. She moved her lips slowly, and her tone revealed traces of sadness and melancholy: "Tingting, do you know how uncomfortable it is to pretend not to care?"

He dreamed of being nice to her, but in order to keep her in heaven, he could only pretend not to care.

Pretending not to care... These six simple words instantly made the anger and depression in Song Qingchun's chest disappear.

At this moment, although she didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, and she couldn't see what kind of diary he would write about this situation, but the words "pretend not to care" were like an unexpected violent force. The force hit her heart hard, making her feel his helplessness, his struggle, his heartache, and his deep pain.