Chapter 547 Brother, Hug Me, I'm so Cold

Yin Shuiling's little face turned pale in pain, and she held his big palm with her green little hands, trying to pull his big palm out of her collar, "Brother, you hurt me..."

She was too small. Although the spot on her chest had grown a lot during this period, she could still be covered by his palm.

When he refuses to show mercy to someone, he will make her faint from pain.

Yin Muchen felt that he was very drunk. He raised his head and his bulging male Adam's apple kept rolling. Could he be so happy in a dream?

He wanted to float when he was happy.

He did it, he did it wantonly, because he thought that she would never be willing to do it to him in the future, and he could only do this in his dreams.

"Why does it hurt, eh? I scream pain when I can't even touch you. Other women can do it, why can't you? You know how long I have tolerated you, eh? Yin Shuiling, you little goblin!"

He cursed in a low voice, put his big palm around her slender waist and exerted force, forcing her whole body to turn around.

"elder brother…"

Yin Shuiling's pink lips were blocked.

For just a moment, Yin Shuiling felt like she couldn't breathe. Just as he said, he didn't let her breathe. He bit her lips and bullied her, robbing her of all the fresh air like a violent storm.

Yin Shuiling's face turned red, and Bai Yu's little hand pressed against him, struggling desperately.

It was uncomfortable, she felt nothing but discomfort.

The man who bullied her was as motionless as an iron wall. She steeled herself and kicked him hard in the calf.

The man was intoxicated by her soft fragrance and couldn't help himself. How long had he endured it? It had been seven years. When he had a woman in the United States, he liked to close his eyes and imagine what she looked like in his mind.

How tender she is, how taboo it is to fantasize about her. He is inherently bad. The more taboo, the more passionate he becomes. Over the years, she has become his obsession.

He was so intoxicated that he let go when she suddenly kicked him.

The girl was never willing to hit him, not even scold him. He was stagnated by her kick so hard.

The little body in her arms suddenly fell to the ground as soft as a puddle of water. The ground was covered with fine cashmere carpet, and it didn't hurt when she fell on it.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She was so embarrassed. A small ball of powder was crawling on his hands and feet on the side of his black trousers.

She crawled on the carpet, panicking and trying to get away from him.

Yin Muchen's eyes were filled with confusion. He just watched the little girl running away like a devil. She ran away with her little hands covering her collar.

Yin Muchen's big palm hanging by his side clenched tightly into a fist, the corners of his mouth curved up, and he said "ha" twice, and he smiled lowly and desperately.

It turned out that she didn't even want him in the dream.

He still lost her.

My heart feels like it's missing a piece, it hurts so much.

The pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

However, there was no sound of opening or closing the door in his ears. He slowly turned sideways, turned on the wall lamp in the kitchen, and the girl went to the kitchen.

He was shocked and surprised. His long legs seemed to be out of control and he walked towards the kitchen. Standing by the door, there was the girl standing next to the off-white sink.

The girl stood on tiptoes and reached for the wooden chopping board hanging on the wall with her white jade hands.

The girl didn't leave!

Didn't leave him.

He slowly stepped forward and stood behind the girl. There was a little trembling and nervousness in the man's hoarse voice, and he asked, "What are you doing?"

Yin Shuiling took off the chopping board. There were still crystal tears on the girl's delicate and bright face, and her weak shoulders were shaking. She didn't let herself cry, but she was really wronged. Her pair of eyes were bitten by him. Her rhombus lips were pursed, looking lovely and pitiful.

"You... are drunk... I'll cook you a bowl of hangover soup..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was hugged tightly by the man from behind. Yin Muchen greedily rubbed her hair and buried his face in the back of her neck, "Shui Ling... Shui Ling..."

The heart that was just empty is full again.

The girl's densely combed long eyelashes were all covered up. She stared at the chopping board at hand, crying silently as she rained on the bananas, which made people feel pity for her.

"Brother, can you...wait a minute?" She spoke in a trembling voice. How old was she? She was 15 years old. These words stepped on all her bottom lines of shame. She lost her face and left behind all her reserved upbringing. , when he was so drunk and so rough, he said, "I'm too young..."

She's really too young to...

After Yin Muchen froze, he understood what she said. He hugged her tighter. This was really a dream. In the dream, his little girl came back again.

He knew she felt sorry for him.

She couldn't bear to leave him.

Even if he treated her like that in the living room, she would not leave. Not only did she not leave, she also discussed with him and asked him to wait.

She is willing in her heart.

Yin Muchen kissed her little face and shook his head, "No, I don't want to wait any longer...Shui Ling, I don't want any hangover soup. The hangover soup can only cure my drunkenness, but now there are things about me that need relief more than being drunk. , are you willing to help me?"

Yin Shuiling knew what he meant, because there was a hot spot on her lower back. He had taught her about it that day when the power went out, although she didn't understand it very well.

Her pale face turned red again, and she turned her head away in shame, but her soft body was held by him without moving.

How could Yin Muchen, who had been in love, not understand what she meant? His dark eyes shone brighter than the stars, and he clasped her soft waist with his big hands and sat her on the counter...

…

Yao Xiaozhu got out of the car and walked on the lawn outside the apartment. She looked into the apartment. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room had tight curtains, so she could not see anything.

She stood there, wondering if this was Yin Muchen's residence. It was so late, and Yin Shuiling came to Yin Muchen's place...

Why did she smell an unusual smell?

Yao Xiaozhu would not leave. She had come today, and she could not leave without any gains.

She wandered around the lawn for a few rounds without any gains. Suddenly, she saw a flower bed, where the lights were on, and the curtains were not drawn. It seemed to be... the kitchen.

She pushed aside the flower stand with her hands and got in carefully. She poked her head inside.

This time, she really saw it.

Yao Xiaozhu's eyes widened in fear. She covered her mouth with both hands to prevent herself from screaming.

The kitchen was brightly lit, and Yin Shuiling was sitting on the off-white kitchen counter. The girl's white down jacket and pajamas were all opened and slid down to her shoulders...

As a girl, Yao Xiaozhu was also amazed by the girl. What kind of skin was that? Milky white, smooth and tight, as if a finger could press it to produce water.

This is what is called ice-like skin and jade-like bones. The girl exposed her entire small shoulders. The shadowy figure was soft and charming, with a slender frame, and no bones could be felt. Yao Xiaozhu thought that if she touched it, it would definitely be soft, so soft that it would exude charm.

God gave the girl an overly beautiful little face, and also gave her a perfect body that made people... hold their breath.

Yao Xiaozhu was not only amazed, but also shocked. What shocked her was the man who was pressing Yin Shuiling at the moment. The man was buried under the girl's collarbone...

Yin Shuiling's back was against the cold porcelain face. She couldn't help it, and she cried out after all.

Her little hand pushed the man, and her big wet eyes looked at the window in fear. The window didn't have the curtains drawn. Maybe her shame was at work, and she seemed to see the flower stand outside the window move.

She choked and begged, "Brother, don't be here... Others will see it, don't let others see it..."

She was forced into this by him, and she didn't dare to refuse. She just asked him to give her some face. She still had to be a human being and didn't let others see it.

Yin Muchen couldn't bear to hear her talking, and buried his face in her neck to breathe. He smiled evilly and uninhibitedly, "What are you afraid of, huh? I'm here."

He was born like this, but the girl was different. She sobbed in his arms, as weak as a kitten, "I... still have to go to school, others will say, I don't want it, I don't want it..."

She didn't want to be called "shameless".

She has always been a three-good student, a good girl, she doesn't want to be pointed at by others, she doesn't want to see others' colored eyes.

She is still young and still has to go to school.

"Well..." Yin Muchen hummed, he was really happy, his palms were as smooth as brocade, he coveted it for 7 years, and now he finally got it.

He didn't want to be seen by others, she was his, her springtime could only be seen by him, if anyone saw her in the future, he would dig out that person's eyes.

He liked her to cry in his arms, hug him and beg him, her joy and anger depended on him, she lived on his breath, so that she would not leave him.

"It's okay if we don't stay here. Let's go to the room. But, will you be obedient? You know what I want to do."

Yin Shuiling buried her tearful face in his arms. She didn't dare to open her eyes. She didn't answer except crying.

Don't answer.

Yin Muchen was pleased with her silence. He grabbed her waist with his big hand, carried her on his shoulders, and walked upstairs with his long legs.

When she entered the room and was put down, Yin Shuiling realized that this was her bedroom. She was sitting on her small desk. Her white jade hands touched a pile of books. She lowered her eyes and took a look. There was a collection of essays by Xi Murong at hand---

If there is still rain after the rain

If there is still sadness after the sadness

Please let me face this separation calmly...

Yes, she is 15 years old now. At her age, she likes to read poems and lyrics and likes Xi Murong. She will blush when she reads a poem about love with Ning Qing. She doesn't like bright colors and only wears white clothes. She just got used to wearing a small vest and had her period for girls half a year ago...

She is still a flower bud, but now she is being picked by a man.

In fact, she doesn't understand anything.

When the severe pain came, she didn't even have time to scream. Her body was torn in half, her eyes were dizzy, and she didn't even have the strength to scream.

She trembled and stretched out her arms to hug the man in front of her. The man frowned tightly, and was in extreme pain. His forehead was sweating, and his handsome face was distorted.

She tried to smile, raising her pale face and trying to smile, "Brother, I have given you, I am yours... Although it hurts, I am very happy..."

"Brother, can you be good to me in the future... Always be good to me and be twice as good to me, only to me... I don't like you to have other women, I will only be the one in the future, okay..."

"Brother, I like you, I really like you... Wait for me, wait until I grow up to be your bride, I will marry you, okay..."

"Brother, hug me, I'm so cold... Actually I'm afraid, really afraid..."