Your Excellency, I love you!

Alcohol stimulated his esophagus and stomach, and the strong burning sensation made him taste the raging pleasure, just like the woman upstairs who made him want to die and couldn't let go.

is to die.

How long will it be?

Can't remember, not long ago.

Mo Shiche pulled his lips and smiled mockingly. After drinking a bottle of strong wine, he took another bottle, and finally fell down on the sofa, staring at the crystal lamp above his head with misty eyes.

She is in the room downstairs.

Then he sleeps on the sofa below, does it count as... sleeping in the same room?

Well, forget it.

He even extravagantly thought that while she was asleep, he should be able to go up and kiss her secretly.

In a daze.

A great thunderclap exploded in the night sky——

There was a short scream from upstairs.

Mo Shiche suddenly opened his eyes and sat up almost instantly. Although he was still drunk, he still went upstairs quickly.

He unscrewed the door anxiously.

The curtains in the room were not drawn, and one after another frightening lightning bolts rumbled along with the thunder, like a demon in trouble.

On the big bed, the body of the woman with her hands tied was shrunk into a ball, obviously frightened, her shoulders kept trembling, and intermittent whimpers flowed from her throat.

Mo Shiche's tall figure approached her staggeringly, and suddenly there was another thunderbolt, Luo Qiangwei kept shrinking back in fright, "Ah—"

The man leaned over and hugged her, half-closed his drunken black eyes, but instinctively lowered his head to kiss her, "Don't be afraid, Luo Qiangwei, I'm here, don't be afraid..."

His thin lips touched the hot tears on her cheeks, his body shook slightly, and he hugged her even tighter, "Don't cry, it's just thunder, it's nothing to be afraid of, I'm here with you..."

"I don't want you to accompany me!" Luo Qiangwei struggled hard, the fear and being tied up made her angry and wronged, tears streaming down her face, "You bastard, let me go! The divorce is what you want... It was you who I left, and you told me to go!"

"It's my fault," Mo Shiche kept kissing away her tears, his voice hoarse from the stimulation of alcohol was very low and deep, "It's all my fault, I know, I know I caused you pain, I all know……"

He leaned over, subconsciously wanting to kiss her. Just as Luo Qiangwei was about to struggle, she saw Mo Shiche's thin lips slightly parted, his black eyes filled with mist, and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "I love you..."

She was shocked, and opened her eyes to look at him in disbelief, "You said... what...?"

"I love you..." He lowered his head, buried his handsome face in the crook of her neck, and murmured over and over again, with a hoarse voice, "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Luo Qiangwei's body stiffened, feeling his weight on her body, she even thought she was hallucinating, and said with difficulty, "You...you said...you love me...do you know who I am? ?”

"Luo Qiangwei..."

Mo Shiche's crazily suppressed emotions and longings in the past two months were volatilized to the maximum extent by the alcohol. He held her face in his hands, as if someone who had been thirsty for a long time finally drank water, and kept saying, "I love you" , Luo Qiangwei, I love you..."

He tore at her clothes indiscriminately, expressing in the most instinctive way.

Every nerve in the body is tense.

Luo Qiangwei cried out in pain.

But her hands were still tied to the head of the bed, she couldn't even push him, and her body was held down so she couldn't move, so she had to bear it.

again and again.

He seemed never to be satisfied, and the words "I love you" never left her ears.