The restaurant was very luxurious, and she was the only one who ate the sound.

The spoon touched the plate and made a cing.

He sat down next to her, his eyes hot and overbearing, making it impossible to stand.Only the season of ice, can be in his eyes, calmly eat food, thinking about things.

She finished eating and was going to wash the dishes.

He did not steal the work of washing the dishes, he stood in the kitchen door, looking at the season of drinking ice and washing the dishes, he finally couldn't help but say, "I really didn't touch her."

The action of the ice on the ice went off.

She did not speak.

If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would have almost believed him.

“You don’t believe me?”The tone of speech is defiant.

Ji Ding Bing looked back at him, and she asked him, “If you suddenly go home and see a man lying on my bed, see a man lying on my bed, and see the clothes of me and the man, and a condom.”I cleaned up the traces in the bathroom...”

She looked at her face a little cold.

She asked, “You saw it with your own eyes, and if I said I didn’t betray you, would you believe me?”

The word is silent.

Seasonal Ice said, "You are my master."She put down the plate, “Of course, I’m not going to betray you.”But you can betray me."

Suddenly he walked over and hugged her.

"Don't say that, I really didn't have anything to do with her, you believe me."

Seasonal ice did not continue to entangle with him on the subject.

She said, "I can't get pregnant."

The body is stiff.

“What, what...” he felt incredulous.

Ji drank ice and said, "I can't get pregnant, the glass of water, add something too toxic."I can't get pregnant in my life."The sound of ice drinking is sad.She was a woman, and in such a country, the untouchables could not marry the nobles.

The words looked at her, and the others did not dare to speak, but they were chewing their tongues behind their backs.If you knew she couldn’t get pregnant, those people would be even more impressed.

Look, the clown-like woman thought she could marry the master of the narcissist, and what happened?

She is a creature that can't even be born to a child, and she can't even be a woman.

Ji Dingbing said, "Vella is what you brought back, and I became like this, it was pulled by Willa."Ji Dingbing looked back at the man clinging to her behind her eyes, and she smiled coldly, and she said, "Speech, I really hate you."

Even to him hate, the tone of the seasonal ice is calm.

She hugged her tighter.

“Do not hate me.Drink ice, and don't hate me."

"I've always listened to you, but I don't hate you, I can't do it."She said, "This time, I don't want to be a mirror with you."

She looked at her and guessed her later words.

She said, “I’m here to completely draw a line with you.I always feel that for so many years, even breaking up is just a phone call, it will be a pity."She wanted to open her hand, but she didn’t succeed.

The hand of speech, like the iron pliers, could not be shaken.

The ice-drinking season gave up the struggle.

She took a deep breath and finally said the words that had been in her heart for a long time."Shut up, let's break up."

Three years later, I inevitably heard that.

When he really heard this, his tight heart turned to reality.

“Break up,” he sighed, “No.”

Seasonal ice from his indifferent tone, heard the momentum of killing.“Speaking, I...”

"Don't want to break up with me, now, don't go anywhere, stay at home."You hate me, it doesn't matter, I will try to make you not hate me.It doesn’t matter if you’re angry, I’ll always make you happy.If you care about Vera's existence, it doesn't matter, I can get Vera to find Vera now, in front of your face, kill her, and punish her."

He said, slowly touching the chin of the season-drinking ice, and he lifted her chin, bowed her head, and kissed her fiercely.

This kiss, fierce and overbearing, makes the season to drink ice and nowhere to escape.

The back of the ice is cold.

He gave her lips, and when the season of drinking ice thought that he would bypass her, he jerked her up and went upstairs.

Seasonal drinking ice pupil miniature, "Spea, you can't do this!"

"I can."

He took him into the elevator, closed the door, how to fight the ice, did not release his hands.

On the way back to the room, a guard responsible for night patrol saw him, standing on the side of the road, afraid to look up.

Seasonal Ice was brought back to his room.

She was once again thrown into his bed by him, and with it was his almost abusive kiss and touch.The ice was drunk, and the bed under it was changed.Everything in this house was changed, including wallpaper.

It turned into the blue that the seasonal ice drink likes.

He weaves a beautiful and strong net for her, and when she came in, she could not escape by cutting her wings.

The man on her body, in spite of her refutation, once again savagely tore her clothes.

He had invaded her, and his attitude was almost outrageous.

But the moment he really had her, the movement became gentle and careful.

Seasonal Ice knew he wasn’t punishing her, he was punishing himself.

Because his hands were not hugging her, his hands were pinch into fists and placed on both sides of her shoulders.The season drank ice and saw blood flowing out of his palm.Because he was so hard, his nails were all trapped in his flesh.

He was obviously angry, and his face fierce, but the more gentle he was when he possessed her.

Seasonal Ice knows that they still love each other, but there is a dead end between them.

She knew he loved herself, but she no longer believed in him.

She knew that the season of drinking ice still loved herself, but she was dead.

But he did not accept her death.

“Why don’t you speak out?”The people under him kept their mouths shut, without making a sound, whether it was groaning or crying.

He was angry, "Call out."

He kissed the ice-drinking neck and kissed the unscrupulously.

Seasonal ice bites the lip, almost biting the lip vineble.

He loosened his hand, with his still bleeding hand, and clasp the chin of the season-drinking ice.He opened her tightly closed chin and stopped her from self-abuse."I want you to speak out."He said, bowing his head and kissing her, and after separating, he said, "I want you to call my name."

The man’s voice, at this moment, became low and mute and sexy.

Who would have thought that the person with a cold voice like metal would also have a sexy voice when he was in bed.

He began to push.

Move more than once.

Seasonal ice finally did not hold back, and called out his name with repression—

“...speak.”