People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

There were traces of blood between his fingers.

Looking at the blood, Feng Hualian burst into tears.

If Fang Zuo hadn't experienced it himself, he would never have believed that a woman like this would be like this.

Logically, shouldn't the beauty trap have been used countless times already?

But thinking of her awkward text message and the shyness she felt in between, the blood seemed to be justified.

Fenghua Lian went from crying loudly in pain to gradually sobbing quietly.

Fang Zuo was just lost in thought for a moment, but Feng Hualian had already begun to get used to it.

The unbridled swinging made Fang Zuo a little surprised as to where such a huge energy came from in such a small body.

Time just passes by like this.

Feng Hualian's legs, which were hooked together, went limp.

The high heels hung on the white and tender toes wrapped in black stockings, swaying.

At last.

With a strong kick of her legs, the high heels flew far away.

He fell into a shallow coma.

When Feng Hualian woke up, she was in Fang Zuo's arms.

The cold wind from high altitude made her shrink into the man's arms.

"Why are you...?" Fang Zuo asked.

"My period is here." Feng Hualian's voice was a little low: "That's why I said no, but you insisted."

That’s not what Fang Zuo asked.

But the woman in his arms still thought that she had not been exposed at this time.

Use words like "menstruation" to deceive yourself.

Doesn't she know that this strangeness and tightness alone can easily make a man notice it?

"I want to go back." Feng Hualian was in a very low mood: "Can you take me back?"

At this moment she didn't want to ask anything.

I don't want to know anything.

She has been alone since she was a child.

No one longed for a home more than she did.

She also fantasized that after leaving the Ashiya family, she would find a man she loved and give her whole self to him.

Forget all the magic and shikigami, and just be an ordinary housewife.

Make breakfast for your beloved man every day and eat it together.

Then I put on his tie and shoes and stood at the door to watch him go to work.

Then, she also stood at the door to welcome the man home.

Cook his favorite dinner.

They will have a child, maybe a boy, maybe a girl.

that's not important.

What matters is their children.

Watching the children grow up day by day, leave home and get married.

And I and the man are getting older day by day.

She never told these thoughts to anyone.

There was no one to talk to.

She was born alone, just to bear her fate.

Probably no one would have thought that Feng Hualian, the always cold and serious deputy director of the police force.

There is such a girl next door hidden in my heart.

Feng Hualian returned home.

The torn part was so painful that she almost squatted down when she took a step.

But her heart hurt even more.

The pain is so severe that I am numb.

She took off her black stockings which were already torn and in disrepair.

The shirt had already been torn in several places.

The bra had long been thrown off the Tokyo Tower by that man.

Take off the burden on your body.

Feng Hualian walked into the bathroom and let the hot water wash over her body madly.

I will never be able to give myself completely to the man I love in the future.

Thinking of this, Feng Hualian frantically let the water rush over her skin.

Crying loudly in the shower.

Let the warm water mixed with tears flow through every part of your body.

At last.

It kept stinging the torn wound.

Feng Hualian clenched her fists tightly.

Chapter 189 Maple Flower Love's Secret

Fang Zuo stood at the highest point of an apartment building.

His divine sense swept over Feng Hualian's small room below.

The learning just now made Fang Zuo feel very energetic.

In this modern information age, even if many women have never had a man, they often do it themselves due to various information.

And this woman's vital yin is so abundant.

I'm afraid that even she herself has never been released over the years.

Fang Zuo was very curious about which force wanted to find out about him.

This force is obviously not very friendly to Yingkong Hu Tao.

Fang Zuo was not worried at all about Yingkong Hutao's safety, after all, apart from the backup plan he left behind.

Sakura Kurumi's Shikigami spirit tool was melted by herself with the power of the five elements, and it also has an imprint that contains the huge power of faith.

What's more, before this little thing knew me, it had climbed to a very high position by its own efforts.

In Feng Hualian's apartment room downstairs.

She had just finished taking a bath in the bathroom.

Feng Hualian stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in a daze.

Although the illusion of the mask has not faded, as the caster, she can still see her own appearance.

Her body was still wet, with drops of water occasionally flowing down the curves of her body.

Her hair was simply wiped with a towel, and the black hair, which was not completely dry yet, stuck wetly to the sides of her little face.

I just cried in the shower, my eyes are a little red and swollen, and the flush on my face is even more intense.

In contrast, there is a kind of morbid beauty.

Feng Hualian's eyes slowly scanned the area.

The purple and swollen area also returned to its original size.

In addition to the tearing pain, the bruises on other parts of the body have also recovered.

It was amazing that the man just waved his hand lightly and his skin returned to normal.

Including the sudden change of location, these miraculous techniques were something Fenghua Lian had never heard of before.

After crying for a while, Fenghua Lian felt much calmer.

Even though she cried so loudly just now, it didn't seem like it was purely out of sadness.

It could be the shattering of a dream, or the loss of something precious, or perhaps a long-suppressed fate that has been given some kind of catharsis.

In short, it is very complicated.

It was so complicated that Fenghua Lian couldn't figure out why she was crying.

Maybe I just want to cry.

Recall the process just now.

From unbelievable pain, to the rage of wanting to kill the man, then slowly adapting and starting to indulge in it.

After falling into a coma, Feng Hualian could even feel herself being continuously crushed.

Mixed with a feeling of being absorbed.

It was as if all the essence I had accumulated over the years had been sucked away. It was an indescribable feeling.

The stimulation caused the body to tremble from time to time in a coma.

She should obviously hate this man, but this feeling made her willingly give everything.

It's gone, it's gone

It will be gone sooner or later anyway.

Feng Hualian said to comfort herself.

At least this man is not too annoying.

As for dreams.

Feng Hualian smiled bitterly. Is she worthy of it?

It's always just a dream.

I don’t know how long she stayed in the bathroom in a daze before Feng Hualian came out.

Go sit down in front of the dressing mirror.

The phone in front of the dressing mirror rang.

Feng Hualian picked it up and found several missed video messages.

Feng Hualian took a deep breath, calmed herself down, stood up, took out a bathrobe from the closet behind her and put it on.

Then he quickly looked in the mirror to see if there were any other clues.

Finally, he picked up the phone, took a deep breath again, and answered the video call with a serious expression.

Ashiya Michisan's gloomy face appeared on the phone's screen.

"Why did you answer so late?" Ashiya Dosan asked in a deep voice, "What were you doing?"

"I'm really sorry, sir. I was taking a shower just now and left my phone outside, so I answered the call late." Feng Hualian said respectfully.

"Don't leave your phone too far away next time. How were the results tonight? Did you find out the other party's background?" Ashiya Michisan asked Kaede Hanaren who was wearing a bathrobe.

"No, I went to the meeting place, but the other party later sent me a message saying that something urgent had happened, so we didn't meet this time." Feng Hualian said hesitantly.

"Is that so? Did you find out something?" Ashiya Dosan frowned. "You didn't get any information about that person at all?"

"Yes." Feng Hualian answered, and she herself didn't know why she answered that way.

Although I didn't ask the man.