Your Excellency, I love you!

Then it's nothing to be slept with once, she shouldn't worry about it, she is not a young girl anymore.

No matter how beautiful it could be imagined, when it really came to this point, she still couldn't control her physical reaction... She couldn't accept him, no matter whether it was physically or mentally, she was extremely repulsed.

Feeling that the man's hand started to move, Luo Qiangwei's whole body became more rigid, and the hand hanging by her side was tightly clenched into a fist.

All kinds of events from her previous life kept appearing in her mind, the cruel abuse she received in the lunatic asylum, the pain she suffered when she gave birth to the baby on the operating table, and the despair of the baby being ruthlessly thrown to death by Luo Hongying——

However, from the beginning to the end, he never showed up once, not only did he not show up, he didn't even answer the phone. She tried everything to find him, but he seemed to have evaporated from the world!

It's not like he was seriously ill in bed, if he didn't really hate her and never wanted to see her again, if it wasn't...he never had even the slightest real feeling for her...how could it be possible that he wouldn't even see her, or even make a phone call? give her?

How cold his heart can be.

Indifferent enough to ignore her life and death.

Luo Qiangwei's breathing became tight and heavy, and a red watery light appeared in her eyes.

Mo Shiche's kiss went all the way down from her chin, back and forth on the butterfly birthmark on her neck.

The image of a little baby lying in a pool of blood suddenly flashed before Luo Qiangwei's eyes——

Her stomach was churning, and her throat suddenly felt a fishy sweetness. She stretched out her hand and pushed away the man on her body, and turned over and lay on the edge of the bed, "Ugh——"

All day today because of his text message, she was busy trying to find a solution. She ate very little lunch and didn't eat dinner, so she couldn't vomit anything, but kept retching in pain.

Mo Shiche was originally indulging in the woman's soft body, but was pushed away and fell off the bed by surprise. He supported the carpet with his hands to stabilize his figure.

Then he looked up and saw the woman lying on the retching face with a painful expression.

She frowned in pain, physical tears were forced out of the corners of her eyes, and her throat constricted. It was definitely not a fake.

Mo Shiche's face darkened almost instantly——

The huge frustration was like a bullet, and it hit his heart quickly and ruthlessly!

The black eyes trembled heavily, and an indescribable emotion spread, strangling his throat tightly, in pain like suffocation.

But he just pursed his lips tightly, and didn't say anything immediately, but first went over and gently lifted her up, and carried her into the bathroom.

Luo Qiangwei was placed by the sink by the man, and he heard him say in a low voice, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No need..." She shook her head lightly, without looking at him, and said slowly, "Leave me alone for a while...you go out...close the door."

Mo Shiche looked down at her deeply, then turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Luo Qiangwei lay on the pool platform for a while, and after the uncomfortable feeling got better, she turned on the tap to rinse her mouth.

Mo Shiche's slender figure stood beside the French window, with one hand in the pocket of his bathrobe, and his black eyes looking at the quiet night scene outside the window.

Luo Qiangwei walked out of the bathroom. There was a sound when she pushed the door open. It was impossible for him not to hear it, but he didn't respond.

She walked slowly behind him, "Just now I..."

"You're throwing up," the man didn't turn around, he smiled coldly, with a sneering voice, "Luo Qiangwei, doing with me has already made you want to vomit? Are you sick of this, or me?"