Chapter 1865 Highly Sweet, Thin and Easy to Eat (9)

Yes.

Why can't I do it?

Since I can't get all the details of that matter now, I'll deal with the things I want to do first.

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The door of the room was closed, the curtains were drawn, and the golden light shone through a thin layer. The two people were sitting on top of each other. The slender figure above was under the hazy halo, and her body below was trapped in the shadow.

An Mu's palms were sweaty from nervousness.

The man under her was different from the night, she was sure.

When she looked into his eyes, she was even more flustered.

Bo Yi held her waist with both hands, he leaned slightly on the back of the chair, his clear eyes were looking at her, but he was trapped in the shadow, so people only felt that his eyes were deep and dark, which made people panic.

When he was not so proactive during the day, even doing that kind of thing would make people feel extremely anxious and embarrassed.

"...An Mu, what's wrong? Do you want me to come here regardless of my back injury?"

"No, it's not me, I just... just..."

She really didn't know what to do.

An Mu slowly lowered her head, pressed her hands on his shoulders, and her eyes fell on a certain part of him. She seemed really helpless and at a loss.

However, at this moment, he suddenly raised his hand, and under An Mu's gaze, his slender hand went straight down...

An Mu's eyes widened.

She heard the sound of the zipper.

Her cheeks seemed to flush for a moment, and her whole body was burning.

She was completely dumbfounded.

She was dumbfounded.

Her head seemed to be in chaos, and her body became stiff and numb.

Her hand was controlled by someone.

The delicate little hand, with a little sweat, she was so nervous that she wanted to die, letting him hold her hand and do something.

She was so scared that she was weak.

But the atmosphere around her was gradually being ignited.

An Mu seemed to have lost all consciousness, and her body fell limply on him, but he took advantage of the situation and grabbed An Mu's waist with one hand. An Mu fell into his arms, and he lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

Boom.

An Mu's mind was like a raging sea.

Because some things happened at the same time.

The hand pressing her waist increased its strength, making her body sink.

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The distance turned into a thousand-foot red clouds, the golden afterglow was dissipating, and the setting sun finally sank slowly.

Instead, it was the coming of night.

The floating clouds became thinner and thinner, like a woman's slender arms, clinging to the high cold moon.

The light from the cold moon covered the floor through the curtains.

Next to a European-style bed, there was a comfortable and spacious chair.

But at this time, the chair was empty, with no figure. Suddenly, as the cold moon outside the window moved, a ray of light came in, reflecting some silver things on the chair, like unknown liquid.

If you look closely, it is a puddle of water.

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The night is like a black hole, constantly absorbing time and everything.

The girl on the bed seemed to have fallen into an endless black hole, crying and shouting in despair, powerless to resist, and her whole body was like a wash.

She had already moved to another battle.

In a few minutes, she was weak due to poor physical strength.

And at that time…

And at that time, she was no longer the master of herself, her soul was in turmoil, as if she was about to be deprived.

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She didn't know how long she had been tortured.

She seemed to feel that she had hallucinations, and when she finally fell into darkness, his body pressed heavily on her and hugged her tightly. The originally clear breath had already become hot and scorching, leaving only the pine fragrance mixed with a faint smell of tobacco.

However, the last thought that flashed through An Mu's mind before he fell into a coma was, why, why is it that there is a big difference between day and night, even when doing that kind of thing, it's like two people.

One seemed to have abstained for a long time, suddenly bursting out, using one or two postures to the end, and the other was like a demon, playing with all kinds of things, and ravaging in various ways.

...

How should she know, how should she know... Why doesn't he admit it...

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At one o'clock in the morning, when the second personality appeared again, he was shocked by the pain in his back, and he also found some messy scratches on his body, which made him frown slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Go to the notebook on the bedside, there are many records on the notebook on the bedside.

The only difference from before is that this time he picked up a pen and wrote several pages, as if he was narrating something.

When he finished writing and went downstairs, he couldn't help cursing because of the pain in his back.

"Waste, so useless!"

The temperament is different from mine, so even his skills have become worse?

Bo Yi told him everything during the day, but no matter what, he would not tell "him" that he was beaten for An Mu, thinking it was unnecessary.

The most important thing he wrote in his notebook was the things he didn't know at night and the conflicts caused by others.

At night, he had so little time that he was afraid that he couldn't manage it well.

If he knew about this matter during the day, he would never have any trouble.

There are still people in the United States, and the base has also sent people to assist. If they interfere when handling tasks, it will be boring.

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At this time, he came to An Mu's room again at night.

But he thought An Mu was still like the previous nights, quietly, lying on the bed and sleeping obediently, washing clean at night, wearing pajamas and waiting for him to come.

Of course, when he entered her room.

He was stopped by the unusual smell in the air.

What is that smell...?

His face became slightly gloomy, he was very familiar with it, and the smell was full of love.

It seemed that they had just made love not long ago.

His steps slowed down after entering the door, and his eyes fell on the bed.

Her slender body was indeed still lying on the bed, with her back to him, but revealing a large area of ​​her delicate back. She-was not wearing clothes!

The bed was still messy.

He seemed to be aware of something, and when he walked slowly over, he suddenly kicked something under his feet. He looked down and his eyes were fixed.

Then he slowly leaned over...

He stretched out his arm and picked up a white pure cotton sports bra...

They were all... hers.

In the darkness, his big hand holding the clothes suddenly tightened, tightly grasping——!