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The pain made Zhuang Nina snorted and immediately felt that his movements slowed down.

The meticulous and careful tenderness gave her the illusion that she was being carefully cared for.

The fist hidden in the quilt clenched tightly, Zhuang Nina slowly closed her eyes, but her body trembled uncontrollably.

Then she felt light, and just opened her eyes to see what happened, the quilt was lifted off, and she was immediately pressed again. The pajamas were torn open by him, and the material hurt her skin.

She stretched out her hand to resist, but he caught his wrist and forced it to the top of his head, and then he cut directly into the subject.

The pain that penetrated made her subconsciously arch her body, her brows frowned, and her tears couldn't help falling.

He made a move, and suddenly drew into her ear and whispered, "Nana ..."

The familiar title made Zhuang Nana surprised.

A sour feeling in my heart, spontaneous.

But just then, another wave of pain intensified!

Zhuang Nina feels like a lonely boat, pushed by the waves of waves, to the tip of the waves, and then fell severely!

In such a cycle, her consciousness is getting more and more blurred. In a half-dream, half-wake, the domineering voice of the man sounds in his ear: "Nana, those things are not prepared by me. Because I do n’t need those, I can let you ... Satiated! "

Zhuang Nina's brain stopped working, and before she understood the meaning of these words, another wave came! ...

The morning light shone. When the first rays of sunlight slipped into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains, Si Zhengting opened his eyes and looked at Zhuang Nina, who was sleeping beside him.

She should be exhausted, closed her eyes tightly, and didn't move. Even her breathing was so light that she didn't seem to exist. She just muttered the corners of her lips with a willful act.

This Zhuang Naina set Si Zhengting's eyes fixed, looking at her eyes, revealing a tenderness.

The smell of yesterday's joy-love still remained in the air. Thinking of last night's madness, his throat moved, watching her look at her beautiful face, could not help lowering her head slowly, and putting a kiss on her lips.

It seemed that this kiss disturbed her dream, she frowned, rolled over, and continued to sleep.

Turning around like this reveals a delicate white porcelain arm with a little red mark on it, which makes Si Zhengting's eyes sink.

But looking at her tiredness, Si Zhengting took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and turned over to get out of bed.

Looking back, she saw her petite body lying on a three-by-three-meter special European-style bed, looking so charming.

Si Zhengting's icy lips cornered slightly.

Unconsciously, the previous situation flashed ...

In high school, there was a Chinese class. The teacher asked to write an essay with dreams. At that time, he discovered that she always looked at him with bad intentions when writing.

But he didn't take it seriously, because he had such a look in almost every lesson.

But when the next Chinese lesson, the teacher rushed into the classroom in a desperate mood, and threw the workbook directly on Zhuang Nana's desk. "Zhuang Nana, how can you make a profit ?!"

All the students stared at her with their little heads stretched out. Zhuang Nanai was still very innocent: "Teacher, what happened to me?"

The Chinese teacher was so annoyed to see her like this, "You, okay, okay! Since you dare to write, do you dare to read it to everyone?"