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"pain……"

Late at night, on the bed, the woman groaned softly, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled.

She really hurts, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, and her injured white wrist retracted.

That whisper made the man who had been sulking and not saying a word, breathing harder, "You move lightly!"

"Brother, toss her into something like this, but you." Tang Song wrapped around the woman's cut wrists, wrapped around gauze. Although he complained about his mouth, his hand movements were lightened .

Tang Yan's pupils shrank, and many distressed eyes leaked.

Finally, she looked at the pale **** the bed again.

"I went out and breathed, and came out to look for me after bandaging." He got up and extinguished the cigarette **** on his hand.

"Um." Tang Song nodded, and thoughtfully looked at the back, and looked at the **** the bed. Who is this girl? Actually Tang Tang was in love.

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Just wrapped the gauze, cut it with scissors, the weak woman opened her eyes slowly on the bed.

When she saw Tang and Song, there was a trace of doubt in her quiet pupil.

"Tang Song, Tang Ye's brother." Tang Song introduced himself.

"... Oh." She was soft and weak. He looked around and looked at him, "Can I go now?"

Tang and Song shook his head. "It seems that you still don't understand my brother's temperament. He didn't speak, and you can't fly with wings."

"..." I stopped saying anything, my eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a dull bottom of my eyes.

Tang and Song always understood compassion and loved jade, and could not bear it.

"I'll help you persuade my brother for a while. Maybe he agreed with a soft heart." However, Tang Song actually said so.

Who is Tang Yan?

Appearances are harmless, but shots are cruel. In his world, there is no retreat, no room, no tolerance. It would be easier for him to make his heart softer than turning the stones into dough.

She obviously knew it, only said "thank you" softly, then closed her eyes again.

Tang Song particularly despised Tang Yan. How could a man like him be so fragile that he had to fight for the overlord? As a result almost killed.

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On the terrace.

Tang Yan stood there in a smoke-gray nightgown, his chest was slightly open, and the **** chest was the tooth marks bite by the girl when she was struggling. , Become more and more seductive.

Just now, he almost ... almost wanted her ...

His uncle ...

"Brother." Just then, Tang and Song came over.

Tang Yan didn't look back, but took a hard breath. The rising smoke buried his emotions. He asked softly, "How's it going?"

"The wound was cut deeply. It looks like I really didn't want to stay."

"..." The cigarette butts in Tang's hands were annihilated. There is a bit more complicated emotion on the charming face. It seems to regret it, and it seems like deep pity.

He tied her tonight and wanted her.

I really want to.

She was losing ground in his bed. In the end, he took the saber on the bedside and cut his wrist to commit suicide.

Looking back, Tang Ye still felt a little shocked. In his memory, she was always gentle, like a pool of spring water. However, I did not expect that she had such a strong side in her bones.

What kind of woman does he have? But now, he wants this woman who would rather die than him!

"She just woke up, brother, I think she's pretty pathetic. You might as well let her go ..." Tang Song didn't forget his mission.

"Go to sleep after finishing the wound." Tang Yan suddenly spoke, interrupting Tang and Song's words. Tone tone and no emotion.

Tang and Song were stunned and shrugged, "Yes, I'm doing my best. But brother, woman, it's no use to stay strong. Besides, everyone is married, why are you?"

marry.

Yes, his darling, dare to marry another man! But what about it? He still wants to order her!

"Go!" Tang Yan's thin lips tilted, only spitting out a word.

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bedroom.

Tang Yan pushed in the door.

She slept there quietly, the servant stood by, afraid that there would be another accident. Seeing him in, he got up quickly and said respectfully and respectfully, "Young Master."

"Let's go out." His voice was low, his voice was good, and he was gorgeous.

The servants knew that he was in a bad mood today and did not dare to have a moment of neglect, and hurried out.

She didn't wake up.

Breathe evenly and lightly. Only the good-looking eyebrows frowned, apparently not sleeping well.

Alas, long time no see ...

A few years later, his uncle has grown up a lot ...

Tang Yan stood beside the bed for a while, and leaned down to stare at her. The next moment, he lifted the quilt and lay on the bed. With her long arms across, she lifted her head slightly and let her rest on her arm.

He didn't move much, but she woke up all at once.

Opening her eyes and seeing him, she was clearly shocked. Breathing lightly, almost with all my strength, to sit up.

Tang Yan pushed her down.

"Don't mess around ..."

There was a bit of depressing anger in my voice ... and, distressed. Afraid that she might hurt her hand.

He turned over, propped her side by one hand, and hooked her head with one hand from behind.

She was very good and didn't move. I frowned again, and closed my eyes nervously, as if I thought all this was dreaming.

She really hoped it was a dream ...

"Open your eyes when you wake up." Tang Yan began, his voice softly like water, without any attack or threat.

In this way, he was not the same person as the man who had just been as violent as a beast to force her. If she hadn't understood his methods, she would have been lost in his tenderness.

She didn't move.

Fingers pinch the sheets underneath.

"Well, look at me. I'll count three if I can't ..."

Without him starting to count, her fan-like eyelashes slowly lifted up, and her black and white eyes opened up to match his.

Two people, very close. His upside-down beauty was reflected in her eyes in such a complete way, so that she was shocked. This man is so beautiful as a woman.

"What do you want to tell me?" He asked suddenly.

"..." She shook her head. If she could, she hoped she would never see him again. This man had been a nightmare that had haunted her for many years!

"Since you are speechless, let me say it."

"……You said."

"Do you know why I have raised you for so many years?"

I looked at him, looked at him for a while, and then, in a cool tone: "Did you guilty for killing my father then?"

He stunned, and then smiled coolly, "Well, guilt has never been in my Don Juan's dictionary, no matter who I killed, it's a real **** person."

When he laughed, he was charming, harmless and pure; but the words he spoke were bloodthirsty and ruthless.