Chapter 893 (1/2)

She had never shed a tear since she was brought out of the wolf hole by those people when she was five years old.

I don't even remember what it was like to cry.

After so many years, it seems that the last time she cried was because she was hungry in the wolf cave when she was three or four years old. At that time, she was so thin and dry that she couldn't eat enough every day. She was young and didn't understand anything. She would cry if she couldn't find anything to eat.

Later, she forgot how to cry.

But now there is a fever in the eyes.

Mingming is a thin cocoon in the palm of her hand, but Fengling feels that it is more sensitive than anywhere else. She wants to take back her hand, but the man holds her wrist tightly. This kiss lingers in the palm of her hand for a long time. When Fengling is really no longer struggling, he slowly kisses her wrist along the palm of her hand. He kisses her wrist at the artery of her wrist, which may be there It's because of the artery. With her heart beating violently, she kissed again little by little.

Until the man's lips turn straight.

Feng Ling's hands clenched the bedspread under her body instantly, and her toes straightened in an instant!

It was as if some kind of dark feeling had invaded her, which made all the reason in her mind burn out in an instant. The only instinct in her mind was to remind her that she could not continue. She had to push him away, but there was still a man's temperature in her palm. When the man kissed her, she had never seen that kind of pity.

Will she be pitied one day when she is raised by wolves?

She is desperate just to have a hot meal, a warm quilt and a person who can live a good life. She will be treated so tenderly?

She will Be regarded as a woman to see, even love, love?

Even if it is just a thin cocoon, it will be regarded as the trace of all the efforts in life after struggle, and will be understood and loved by people?

I don't know what kind of emotion interfered her thinking. She never moved again. She even forgot that someone might come in the tent at any time. Only when the man didn't stop all his movements, he kept carrying the bed sheet with his hand, and his head kept circling with various influences.

……

Because of the high fever, the man took a breath when she was biting her lips, but she couldn't even make any sound. She could not help holding back all the pain and the pain and sobs

……

Alcohol is hot.

It's hot to miss valley.

So is the temperature.

Those love and hate that have been silent in the training and running in of the base for many years are all awakened at this moment.

Under the tent, in the dim light, the curtain that was blown up slightly by the cold wind occasionally, and the small tent window that was completely closed.