There was never a time when he could perceive so clearly—she didn't love him!

  This woman, why is she so heartless!

  When he realized that he was not because of the shadow of Luo Qingxue on her body, but was paying attention to herself and Mu Qingyu himself.

  He discovered that she didn't love him at all!

  He didn't understand, their bodies blended, their breaths connected, and she still didn't love him?

   It's not just that he doesn't love him, but in his eyes, he doesn't have any affection for him at all!

  How could he accept it, and how could he be willing?

   Over the years, he has always been unfavorable to women!

  However, there is such a woman, who is beautiful, arrogant, beautiful, and beautiful, but she is not in her eyes!

  Thinking of this moment, his stern eyes became even sharper. He slammed down hard, biting her purple lips, crushing her hard!

   "Hmm—" She was dazed by his brutality. Before he could react, in the next second, he felt a pair of his big hands suddenly thrust into her legs, rubbing them up and down impatiently and rudely, as if he was looking for a door, and forcefully separated them!

   Then, she only felt that he put her two hands on her shoulders, and then circled her two legs around his waist, and stood up. . . . . .

   "Hmm—" Maybe it's because the guy's kiss before was a kind of lubrication anyway, and she didn't hurt very much. However, behind her was the cold door panel, and in front of her was his fiery body. She was in it, squeezed tightly like a compressed biscuit, without even a single gap.

  She felt her own hands being tightly grasped by Leng Yunlin's wrist, and then lifted up. Leng Yunlin fiercely kissed Mu Qingyu, who was dishonest just now, with one hand running down her face, pressing down lightly or heavily, his eyes sparkling with intense heat.

  She supported his shoulders, biting her lower lip with difficulty, as if a fire had been set in her body, and her whole body was close to boiling.

   On the lips, there was a wet, soft and warm touch again. He was kissing her again, which was different from the previous frantic enthusiasm. He just used the tip of his tongue to gently outline the outline of her lips, and then rubbed them gently, feeling her warmth and softness a little bit.

   Occasionally, when he lowered his head, he saw his slightly dark pupils, hidden behind his thick bangs. When he saw her eyes looking at him, he seemed embarrassed to look away, and instead stretched out his hand to cover her pupils.

  She blinked, and her long eyelashes brushed against his palm, like feathers, gently falling on his heart, creating ripples in circles in the heart lake.

  She wanted to regain the initiative, but just as she tried a little harder, she was repelled by him madly and violently.

  He was a little annoyed. Why, he was already bewitched by her, but she acted like nothing happened?

  He stretched out his hand, grabbed her chin at once, forced her face to look at him: "You say... who am I?"

  She laughed: "What are you talking about?"

   Didn't get the answer he wanted, and he was very upset: "Tell me! Who am I? Now, who is the man on your body?"

   "Could it be that you changed your name? Isn't your name Leng Yunlin?" Always being asked these strange questions, she was puzzled!