Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heires

Chapter 2079 [ Side Story: Tribulation Of This Life (5) ]

Ye Wanwan could hear the coldness and threat in his tone. It was as if this man would snap her neck the next second if she said " yes. &Quot;

There was a chill in her heart, which gathered in her heart and wrapped around her lungs. Even breathing became difficult. She was forced to raise her head and breathe desperately. Her throat made " hoo hoo hoo " sounds, and her nose was messy and heavy. The more she breathed, the more she felt that her throat was dry and she could not breathe in oxygen.

Her tears burst out in an unusual pain.

Her vision was blurred by her tears, and she became more and more dazed. Her consciousness suddenly became heavy and light, and she could not find any support ...

"Don't casually throw away the things that I'm giving you, or else ..."

Just as ye Zhenwu was about to fall into darkness, the man's hoarse and rough voice suddenly rang in her ears. It was like grinding paper scraping against her groggy and dazed consciousness.

The next second, the force on his cheek disappeared.

She thought that her face would hurt a lot after being clamped by such a strong force, but to her surprise, there was only a slight numbing pain left.

The man's burning voice echoed in her ears, " "I'll be angry!"

Ye Wanwan suddenly woke up from her desolate state of consciousness and asked helplessly in a hoarse voice, " "What ... What do you want to do?"

Her trembling voice was filled with panic and uneasiness. Her hoarse voice had a hint of gentleness, but it also contained a strange seduction.

However, she knew nothing about this.

"I'll punish you!"

Si yuanzhen was a little angry that she had thrown away the wooden hairpin he had given her. Although it was only a single one, had no value, and no beauty, it was a rough wooden hairpin.Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com

However, he still did not allow her to abandon it.

Ye Wanwan was at a loss for words, and only tears kept flowing down her smooth, Jade-like face.

&Quot; don't cry ... &Quot; si yuanzhen said in a low voice. He looked at the woman in front of him, whose face was covered in tears but didn't lose her coyness and pitifulness. His fingers couldn't help but rub her smooth, Jade-like face."The more you cry, the more I want to bully you."

That day, when he had caught a glimpse of her at the lingji temple, he had only treated her as an ordinary devotee and had not thought too much about it.

Later, in the meditation room of the old bald donkey, Ling Ji, he saw her again through a translucent screen. He heard her discussing tea with the old bald donkey, heard her recite the Heart Sutra, and heard her recite the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's original wish Sutra at Ling Ji's request.

He didn't care about her struggling or her crying.

From her lips and teeth to her tongue, then to the depths of her throat, they entangled, ****, rubbed against each other, and finally sucked hard. She felt that the itchiness in her lungs, which had filled her with difficulty, was being sucked away by him bit by bit, leaving nothing behind. Feeling her lack of itchiness, his kiss softened. When he breathed in the itchiness, he began to suck hard again, once again sucking out the last trace of air in her body.

The process repeated.

Ye Wanwan could only passively endure it. Under such a strong suction force, she couldn't even make a sound.

In the dark, narrow, and messy storeroom, the man's heavy breathing could be heard clearly.

She could even hear the occasional click-clack of high heels and leather shoes on the ground in the stairwell outside.

The fourth-floor dining room was on the second floor of the storage room.

She could hear the enthusiastic and cheerful white folk song in the restaurant, as well as the sound of the tourists gathering and laughing.

All of this was so close to her, yet so far away.

As for her, under the man's tyrannical power, she had lost any chance to save herself and could only let him do as he pleased.

This feeling was more despairing than any other time.

It was like when a person saw hope, but could only let it slip by, the helplessness and despair would be magnified a hundred times, or even a thousand times.

"Tsk, tsk ... What a prescient dress ..."

Their lips intertwined, their saliva mixed, and the thin silver wire was pulled apart. Si yuanzhen let out an unknown sound, his body gently pressing against hers. One hand was gently pinching her soft waist, and the other was placed on her thigh.

Ye Wanwan got the chance and painfully begged, " &Quot; I beg you ... To ... Let ... Me go.

However, her only chance to beg was once again swallowed by the man. She could not help but regret it. She should not have begged him just now. She should have seized the opportunity and screamed.

In the midst of the forceful kiss, the man's large palm followed her thigh and slowly moved up, exploring the bottom of her skirt ...