Chapter 3： (1/2)

But like every time before, the man turned a deaf ear and still acted instinctively.

In the end, he couldn't even satisfy his tears—he curled up He's hair and forced him to twist his neck, revealing his back neck, and sharp tiger teeth pierced the glands under the skin.

"Ahhh !!!!"

He An screamed violently, his heartbeat suddenly stalled, and his waist bounced sharply.

The rich pheromone in the glands gives men a strong stimulus. He lost control of his lust, hugged He An vigorously to slash, and the flirtatious meat column invaded the stocks, ignoring the cry of the people below him.

Eventually, the man shot out in a mentally and physically lamentable way, habitually falling to He An. He An didn't know where the strength came from, raised his elbow and tried to block it, pushing him to the side desperately, without letting him to the stomach. The fluid-soaked **** organs detached from the intestinal cavity and brought out a large stream of turbid blood. The man fell suddenly and fell into a deep sleep.

He An was lying on his back weakly, gasping in his mouth.

He was finally freed from the torture.

He knew what he was supposed to do at this time-he should get up and make a call for help as soon as possible. But he was too tired and painful, and even moving his fingers seemed to exhaust his whole body.

He An curled up on the single bed, her eyes darkened, and she suddenly lost consciousness.

Chapter two

Zheng Feiyu had an unforgettable dream.

In the dream, the sky is clear, the clouds are light, and a long yanming comes from the sky. The light broke through the clouds and pierced the grey feathers of the goose wings. The mountain was resting and the rain was dew. He stood in the valley by the lake, and large white lily of the valley bloomed beside him, with flowers and bones hanging down, each one was a teenager ashamed to look up at him.

The floral scent seemed to be solid, wet with clothes, and bathed in his tired body. The lungs gradually became moist, the skin and pores breathed comfortably, and a fresh force penetrated into the blood vessels, clearing him of the long-stagnant tiredness.

How long haven't you been so relaxed?

In this half of Europe, his emotions have been shrouded in anxiety for unknown reasons. Anxiety is gradually accumulating, but there is no channel for venting. The heart seems to be sealed in a container with insufficient oxygen, and the longer it gets, the more dangerous it becomes. One week before he returned to China, his work was piled up. His temper was at the apex. The whole man was like a barrel of oil placed under the summer sun. He was nitpicking and exploded. He lost his ability to express opinions normally.

And now he's had a long absence.

Zheng Feiyu took a deep breath and opened his eyes comfortably.