Close to his heart, he had a scar about two centimeters long, almost flesh colored, but the wound looked deep.

Ronan's whole heart was softened and sore.

Her cool fingers touched the scar on his heart and bowed her head to kiss the raised scar.

Fu Tingyuan's body was slightly stiff for a moment, and then he put his hand around her waist and crushed her under his body.

The familiar body temperature and the sweet fragrance of her made the flames in his body burn fiercer and fiercer. A dark light appeared in his eyes, which made Ronan tremble gently.

She closed her eyes and kissed his lips. Obediently, she let him zip down her skirt and take off her dress.

When his skin touched the hot breath of the man, Ronan shrank a little, and was recaptured by the other side and pressed under his body.

Looking at the man's extremely calm but extremely crazy expression, Luo Nan Chu is inevitably a little nervous. She took a mouthful of saliva and said in a small voice: "wait a minute You should be gentle... "

Fu Tingyuan sneered: "late."

He reached out to remove the last obstacle from her.

……

Ronan was curled up under him and cried out in low pain: "pain..."

The man's forehead also secreted a layer of hot sweat, licking her ear, low voice: "had a child still so? Well? "

Lornan was very aggrieved at the beginning I had a caesarean section. "

……

A little farewell is better than a new marriage.

What's more, Fu Tingyuan has been abstinent for so long.

The fire that lornan raised at the beginning was naturally to be completely extinguished by her.

She turned her head and looked out of the window at the fading dusk. She felt that the other side was pressing up again, and her voice was filled with tears: "no more..."

It's getting dark. It's not over.

The man bit her delicate neck, voice with a bit of food after the lazy: "can't help you."

"You'll have no wife after you've killed your wife."

The man chuckled a few times and kissed her shoulder blade: "it's not so easy to die."

……

Ronan didn't know when he stopped at first.

She was carried by Fu Tingyuan and took a bath. After cleaning, she was stuffed into the bed again.

She felt a little cold and shrunk a little, then the man's warm body quickly covered her and hugged her.

She wrapped her hands and feet skillfully, and pressed her face close to his chest. She heard the steady heartbeat in his chest again and again. She felt that the soul without place gradually had a home. Loneliness and loneliness were far away, leaving only the warmth left by his existence.

She rubbed her face against him and felt comfortable trying to roll on him.

The man patted her on the back with a casual tone: "don't make any noise."

She hugged him obediently, the whole person stuck to his body, and gradually fell asleep in his arms.

Ronan had been tossed about by him for four or five hours, and soon fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was completely dark.

There was a faint smell of smoke in the air. Luonan opened his eyes and looked at the bed. Fu Tingyuan was no longer there.

She sat up with her aching waist and saw the man standing by the windowsill smoking.

A black bathrobe makes his back look a bit lonely.

It seems to have heard her movement, the man turned his head to look at her, put out the cigarette: "wake up?"

He came to her side.