Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

The cold and crazy voice was like poison covered with sugar.

Chu Qing, who was swallowed by lust, couldn't react at all, her eyes were ignorant and blurred, her slender legs were stretched, her waist was tightly clamped, and she responded emotionally...

"A Qing, leave me!" His voice was very soft, not as good as a heartbeat and panting, but he still banged heavily on Chu Qing's soft and crisp eardrum.

... A Qing, leave me... Suddenly, he suddenly sucked Chu Qing's ears and exhaled from her scarlet neck, while his body was getting inward, his organs as hard as stone were dead. Resist.

It seems that there is only going in, not going out.

This sentence left Chu Qing slightly stunned and her body contracted unconsciously.

He was so twisted that he almost came out wantonly. He endured it, attacked more vigorously and slapped, no longer pitying like before, cruelly, as if he was about to crush Chu Qing.

This intimate, chaotic, and **** midnight is so intense and cheerful...

When the passion faded, Leng Kuang did not hold her intimately as before, but sat far away, far away from her, sitting on the other side of the sofa and drinking quietly.

His posture was lazy, his eyes were blank, and he was faintly at a loss, just like a child who lost his way.

Helpless, lost...

Chu Qing didn't drink, so she sat quietly, watching Leng Kuang quietly, thinking about the last words he said.

Why did he say such things, just casually talk, or really want to let him go?

She wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask. She was afraid of being cold and mad, but she changed her mind because of her urgency to ask.

After the long silence, Chu Qing wanted to break the silence, but didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Leng Kuang suddenly got up and walked towards her.

He sat down next to Chu Qing, raised his hand and gently stroked her face, looking at her affectionately, his eyes watering forever.

Chu Qing's eyes were distraught, and she seemed to be in a daze. She seemed to have returned to the days when she and Leng Kuang were just together. Although noisy and noisy at that time, the days were as sweet as a coward in retrospect...

The two did not speak for a long time and remained silent.

Chu Qing kept maintaining a posture, raising her eyes to look at him.

The same goes for Leng Kuang, looking at Chu Qing quietly, touching her face with one hand and holding her hand with the other.

Chu Qing suddenly raised her hand slowly, almost reaching out to touch Leng Kuang's face, but the next second he hovered again, only because Leng Kuang said to her again: "Don't leave me..."

In this way, Chu Qing woke up in a daze, wondering what he meant, and asked her to leave him for a while, and then told her not to leave him.

Playing with her, there is no such thing!

Inexplicably angry, Chu Qing wanted to break free from the cold and crazy hand.

Leng Kuang's eyes darkened, like an eagle, staring at Chu Qing's hand, witnessing how his fingers were broken by Chu Qing bit by bit, and how they got out of his control bit by bit.

In my heart, there was an inexplicable despair.

Leng Kuang didn't hold on after loosening the palm of his tightly clenched palm.

He picked up the wine glass set aside again, wanted to drink, but kept shaking it in his hand.

The fingers tightened and tightened, and suddenly, the wine glass broke in the palm of his hand.

The crisp sound of cracking echoed in the silent room, and Chu Qing's heart trembled, and she was startled: "You...you are injured. I will get the medicine box and bandage it for you."