Chapter 2078 Fanwai: The Tribulation of This Life 4

Two days have passed since the abrupt encounter at Lingji Temple. Ye Aiwu's heart lake, which was disturbed and frightened because of Si Yuanzhen, finally calmed down.

Ye Aiwu's head is full of black and soft black silk, exuding a soft luster, like a fine brocade draped behind her head, exuding a quaint and chaste style.

She gently twisted her long hair into a bun, opened the drawer of the comb table, and saw the rough cut wooden hairpin. The body is turning yellow and slightly shriveled, making the already rough wooden hairpin even more ugly.

Ye Aiwu hesitated for a while, but still picked up the wooden hairpin and threw it into the trash can. She also took a silver hairpin and fastened her long hair to the back of her head.

The vanity mirror on the dressing table reflects her graceful back, graceful posture, light body, and drifting away.

A small restaurant was opened on the fourth floor of the hotel, serving drinks, coffee, catering, and many delicacies with Yunnan and Yunnan characteristics. Ye Aiwu stepped on black tiles to pave the stairs. During this time period, there was no one else in the stairwell.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the utility room of the stairwell on the third floor.

She turned around immediately: "Who..."

A pair of big palms clamped her wrists and dragged her into the dim utility room before she could react.

"Boom--" The wooden door of the utility room slammed shut.

Ye Aiwu's body was pushed hard by a huge force, and her back slammed into the wooden door behind her, and the paralyzing pain came like a tide.

"Ah—" She let out a low cry of pain, and then the tall and arrogant male body pressed towards her, and the ambergris that belonged to a man was mixed with a touch of fishy sweetness into her nose, and her whole body was wrapped in In the unfamiliar and dangerous body temperature, he was restrained and unable to move.

"Who are you, what do you want to do..." Ye Aiwu screamed in panic, her trembling voice was like goose feathers floating in the sky, but before she could finish her words, someone pressed her lips, her slightly cool lips Tossing her, tossing, turning, moving, suppressing...

She wants to struggle.

However, the man clasped her cheeks tightly, and could not refuse to rob her.

"Mmmmm—" she wanted to scream for help.

The man took advantage of the emptiness to enter, his slippery and soft tongue slipped lightly between her lips, penetrated into her lips, and reached the depths of her throat.

Ye Aiwu is like being pinched by seven inches, unable to struggle, cry for help, or breathe, just like a thirsty fish who can only be forced to lift her head up, controlled by a man, and clings to a man's kiss like water, As if losing his kiss, she would immediately suffocate to death.

She had never been so frightened before, in a sparsely populated stairwell, a dark and messy utility room, being restrained and kissed by a man who she could not even see clearly.

Tears in his eyes kept falling.

At this moment, her heart was desperate.

The man's kiss gradually slowed down, and Jian Jianshuitong, whose tears were blurred, looked into a pair of eyes full of blood, murderous intent, but bottomless, like the abyss of hell.

She was completely stunned.

It's him--

It was him!

Si Yuanzhen!

The man who took her jasmine hairpin without asking.

The man who inserted the linden wood hairpin cut by himself into her hair.

The man who underestimated her in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the pure place of Buddhism.

The man who was almost forgotten by her.

Si Yuanzhen saw the astonishment in her eyes, and knew that she had recognized him, and he slightly moved the lips that were pressed between her lips.

Ye Aiwu opened her mouth almost subconsciously to call for help.

It's a pity that she hasn't called out her cry for help, and a pair of big hands have covered her lips: "It's me! Don't scream, don't struggle."

Ye Aiwu's face was pale, just like the snow on the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in May. Under the men's threatening gaze, she nodded slowly.

Si Yuanzhen let go of her, and gently rubbed her fingers on her bruised and swollen lips: "It's so cute."

However, the hand that was clamped to her face still didn't let go, leaving her speechless, obviously he didn't trust her.

Ye Aiwu looked at the man in front of her, and felt that her body was cold, and cold tears kept falling down her cheeks.

Si Yuanzhen bit her lips gently, and the sweet smell melted between his lips: "Ye Aiwu, 20 years old, from Nantong, Jiangsu, country Z, both parents died..."

The man's thin lips, with the lustrous color after the kiss, spoke out like thin blades, constantly dissecting her life, the panic in Ye Aiwu's eyes was gradually replaced by horror.

What she can be sure of is that he didn't know her when he first met.

Therefore, in just two days, he has mastered all her information, down to her body measurements and her characteristics.

Excessive panic made her confused and panicked, but instead she became clear.

She knew very well that the man was telling her that she could no longer escape from his palm.

"You are so beautiful." Si Yuanzhen looked at her jianjian pupils, which were full of water, clear and translucent, and reflected his figure clearly, and smiled softly: "It makes me fascinated." He kissed gently. Her lips seemed to soothe her panicked emotions, and her voice was extremely soft and charming: "I really want to take you as my own."

Ye Aiwu's cheeks were restrained and she couldn't speak at all. She could only be forced to look at the man, but the water in her eyes never stopped.

She would not naively think that a man who did not fear the Buddha, who held a butcher's knife in his hand, who was covered in slaughter and blood, and who fell into hell, would let her go because of her crying.

However, at this time, she was so helpless that there were only tears.

"But..." Si Yuanzhen's voice paused, her eyes darkened, the woman in front of him, her soft cheeks had been deformed by him, but he still felt beautiful, a kind of beauty that had been abused, dark and miscellaneous Between things, the posture of men and women sticking together is the most likely to breed dark desire scenes: "The hairpin is not good-looking."

Then, he reached out and removed the silver hairpin from the back of her head, and gently wrapped the linden wood hairpin that she had thrown into the trash can - into her hair.

The rough wooden hairpin has no beauty at all.

However, he felt that this was the most suitable hairpin for her in the world.

"You..." Ye Aiwu's pupils shrank, and she watched his movements helplessly. As soon as she said a word, she felt that the force on her face increased again. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't speak. .

She thought of the scene when she threw the wooden hairpin into the trash can, and was horrified to discover that this man might have been watching her every move, when she didn't know it.

"Is it bad to dislike the token of love I gave you?"

Si Yuanzhen bent and crumpled the silver hairpin in his hand with one hand and threw it away, not knowing where it was thrown into the utility room.