Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

Hot tears blurred Chu Qing's eyes.

She was stunned to see what she had done, shocked.

"Ah!" Entering suddenly, she frowned. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't lift her hand.

The gaze has been staring at the scarlet blood on Leng Kuang's shoulder.

At this moment, like a bright red rose, poignantly blooming on his white shirt.

It's getting bigger and bigger and more obvious.

Since that loud shout just now, Chu Qing didn't make any more noises, no matter how hard the cold and mad collision.

The place where he kept rubbing was very dry, and his every rhythm was a painful torture for her.

Finally, the lower body was hot and humid, and the severe pain continued to spread.

Chu Qing knew that he was afraid of bleeding there.

And Leng Kuang, probably not much comfortable, doing it while bleeding.

This made Chu Qing feel particularly alarmed. She felt that between herself and Leng Kuang, it was like two straight lines of chaotic life trajectory, entangled in a mess.

Because of the different directions, it can't be untied, but it can't be broken.

Because they were torn off abruptly, the two straight lines were all over.

Do you really want to die?

Leng Kuang moved his body, but kept his head buried in Chu Qing's neck, not daring to look at her.

After a long time without seeing her making a sound, he finally raised his head to look at her and saw her eyes dimmed, biting his lips tightly, blood spilling from the edges of her teeth, blood and flesh visible from the wound, she looked shocking.

"Don't bite yourself," Leng Kuang's voice was low and hoarse, his lower body did not stop crazily invading her, her thin lips covered her ears, "Bite me, Aqing, bite me..."

Before the words were finished, there was a sharp biting pain in the neck.

Leng Kuang shuddered and almost broke out.

He took a deep breath and held it back, and his palms clasped Chu Qing's slender waist, which became stronger and deeper.

Almost crazy.

Leng Kuang had no idea what he was doing and what he had done before, and his consciousness gradually faded away!

In a suffocating tightness, he inhaled and pumped, he slammed into the deepest part of her, letting himself go, but at the same time he passed out on Chu Qing.

Chu Qing loosened his neck, bit his shoulder and whimpered twice.

This is a joy intertwined with blood and tears, love and hate. There are bloodstains everywhere on their bodies, and the half of the bed under them is also full of blood. There is his, and of course hers!

At a glance, the scene was very tragic and tragic.

Chu Qing's body was numb and unconscious for a while, and she was drowsy and confused.

But he fainted and couldn't go away.

Silent eyes kept staring out the window until she regained her strength, and then she pushed away the coldness from her body.

Although she hates Leng Kuang, she still doesn't want to die with Leng Kuang. If she doesn't receive treatment, she is afraid that he will bleed and die.

But when he just sat on the side of the bed and was about to get up, he woke up cold and violently.

He hugged Chu Qing from behind, resting his head on Chu Qing's shoulders, his face was sickly and weakly pale, and his voice was very pale: "Don't go, A Qing, don't go, I'm wrong, don't you do this to me? , You don’t like the indifference you like, I don’t like you treating me as air, I can’t stand you like this, it hurts, my heart hurts!"

He whispered in her ear like a wounded child.

The coldness at the moment, there is nothing in front of Chu Qing, self-esteem, pride, composure, and courage are all gone, leaving only weakness and weakness.