Good Morning, Dear

Cheng Qingyao was drunk and dreamed of death. She couldn't understand other words, but she understood this sentence. She suddenly stopped crying and opened her misty and drunk eyes.

The blurred vision and scenery swayed in his eyes. He couldn't see clearly when he was close at hand. He could only touch it with his hand. It was soft, warm, and his beard was a little pricked: "what you just said is true? Can you really help me withdraw my marriage?"

She really didn't want to get married. Even if she was dizzy, she was still eager to get rid of the marriage. He seemed to understand her a little. "Well," he said, "I promised you, I can really help you, but I never give people white help. You have to promise me two conditions."

"Just two conditions?"

"Yes."

"Can't you sell me again? I have nothing to sell again!"

"I won't sell you!"

"If you don't sell me... What conditions do you want me to promise?"

"The first condition is that you should take good care of me. You should cooperate with me as long as I want to do. You should accompany me as long as I want to do with you. Don't hide, shout pain or pretend to be dead. The second condition is that in the year I keep you, you are not allowed to touch any man except me, and you are not allowed to have skin relations with any man, including your boyfriend No husband or husband. This year, you can only be used by me, whether in or outside the museum. "

Cheng Qingyao listened carefully, broke her fingers and counted the front, but didn't hear the back. Remember the back and forget the front. Anyway, in the end, she didn't remember anything and nodded very seriously: "OK... Ok... As long as you don't marry Zhao Bin... What can you let me do... I tell you, I really can't marry him. If I want to marry him, I will hurt him... My father is a bad man, my mother is very poor, and I can't help it. You understand... I don't tell others about many things. I'll tell you if you want to help me... I'm not a bad woman, not..."

After drinking, she spoke the truth and said a lot about Cheng dongkun. Lord Jin listened carefully and asked her if she didn't understand: "will Cheng dongkun hit you?"

"No, no, he hit his mother... He hit his mother, I will bow my head... He hit me, I won't bow my head..."

"When he hits you later, you tell me that I'll find someone to repair him." the gold Lord inexplicably loves her. She is a very difficult woman, which is completely different from what he imagined. He can also be sure that she who is drunk into a dog must not know that she didn't understand what he said, and she must not remember the conditions she promised.

However, it doesn't matter. Anyway, they still have a long time!

She didn't know what funny thing she remembered again. She giggled on his shoulder. She couldn't breathe. Her eyes were tightly closed and she looked like she wanted to sleep.

He still didn't want her to sleep, he still didn't play enough!

He turned off the light, pulled her up by force, bit her lip and neck, biting her and whispering in a low voice: "don't sleep. I don't want enough. You should use all means to serve me. You can give me as much pleasure as you can. I want to be happy!!!"

When the light was turned off, the room was dark. She couldn't even see the vague shadow. She didn't know where he was. She reached out and touched his hair. She was relieved. However, she didn't understand what he meant. She just followed with the strength of her hands on her waist.

Rise and fall together, rise and fall together!

How fast his hands rise and fall, how fast she rises and falls. She is too tired to breathe, and she is brought to the ecstatic cloud by this pleasant pleasure.

She is very hi, painful and happy.

She bit him happily, regardless of the importance of the bite, it hurt him, and he bit her in turn