Fishing Beauty Dressed As a Vicious Stepmother

She bit his neck and bleeds, and the astringent blood spread between her teeth and tongue, it should be very painful.

But he tensed his body, suddenly uncontrollably hugged her, and hugged her tightly and firmly, his fast beating heart was on her chest.

His wet clothes were attached to her clothes and they got wet.

She heard the sound of him swallowing his Adam’s apple and felt his warming body.

She loosened his neck and looked out of the glass door. The typhoon blew the tree with its teeth and claws, and the heavy rain was about to submerge the world. Aran sat in the car and looked through the unrolled window. She has been watching her.

God doesn’t know that human love is sometimes painful and despicable. The more misunderstood, the deeper it is. The less you can’t love, the more you want to love.

Qiao Sha let go of Rong Yin, his flushed eyes and flushed face seemed to have a fever, looking at her dumbfoundedly.

The blood on the neck ran into his hospital gown, and he didn’t feel any pain. He only looked at her lips stained with his own blood, and the throat was astringent and itchy.

He hoped that she would bite him again, bite more, and not be angry.

She was very calm, took out a tissue and wiped the wound on his neck gently, sighing like: “It’s so wet, go take a bath, don’t get sick.”

She still cares about him so much, and she hates herself so secretly, how can his mind suddenly go blank, how can he protect others, not protect him, why is he like this?

He wanted to explain that he didn’t know what was wrong with him. Suddenly, his mind was confused. There were many pictures and many memories, all of that woman’s face. He didn’t even know what he was doing at the time.

But when he said that, would she think he was quibbling? Lying? Looking for a reason for yourself?

With a thousand words in his stomach, he opened his mouth and asked her dumbly, “Does your neck hurt?”

She raised her hand to touch the gauze on her neck and told him: “It hurts.”

The concealed eyes were red again, and he disgusted himself at this moment, and he hurt her.

“It’s okay, it won’t hurt soon.” She smiled at him, put the tissue in his palm, got up and said to him: “I should go.”

go?

“Where are you going?” Rong faintly grabbed her fingers, “Where are you going?” Is she not with him? Back to Rong’s house together?

Qiao Sha looked at the car that was listening outside, “Director Aran is waiting for me.”

Rong Yin followed her gaze and saw Aran’s car and Aran in the car. His heart sank suddenly, “You, won’t you come home with me?”

He held her fingers tighter, is she going to go with Aran? Is she still angry and is leaving with someone else?

“I’m sorry.” He said hurriedly: “You bite me again, you punish me, but… don’t go.” Don’t go with others.

His eyes were red and he was about to cry again.

Qiao Sha stretched out her hand and touched his face, and said to him: “I have already punished you, I’m not angry with you anymore.”

Then why go?

His throat was as sour as a knife.

“But Aran saved me.” She said softly, “Yongyan, he saved me when I needed it the most, and stayed with me when I was scared the most. He made me feel safe.”

The knife in Rong Yin’s throat fell into his heart, and he couldn’t say anything. Aran saved her and saved him when she needed it most.

He was cut across by the pain of self-loathing and crazy jealousy.

Why did he go to save others, but didn’t save her? Obviously she is so important to him…

But he asked Aran to save her.

“Rong Yin, I don’t have a home.” Qiao Sha said softly to him: “The Rong family is your home, and I stay at the Rong family for you. But I don’t want to go back to the Rong family for you tonight.”

Her tone was so gentle, but her words were so cold.

She looked at his hand and said to him: “Let go of your hand and be concealed.”

Rong Yin’s throat choked badly, clutching her tightly, not wanting to let go, wanting to keep her.

But she said: “Like when you were in the theater, let go and hide.”

His heart was crushed, and he let go of her in the theater. Is he not qualified to catch her anymore?

——-

Aran in the wind and rain heard them all, he heard clearly, Qiao Sha was like a gentle and cruel monarch, punishing her courtiers with a soft knife.

Does she like hiding?

Aran didn’t understand, could he be so cruel if he likes it?

— “Are you going to make me angry?” Qiao Sha said to him.

Rong Yin was like a helpless and flustered puppy, letting go of her hand, even though it was painful, she was still obediently obedient.

— “Go home.” Qiao Sha raised her hand and touched Rong Yin’s face, then turned and pushed open the glass door.

The wind and rain trumpeted her clothes and black hair, and she did not hesitate at all.

Aran drove the car to the door of the convenience store, and she got directly into the co-driver.

And Rong Yin followed behind her. Knowing that he was behind, she closed the door neatly and told Aran: “Drive.”

Aran drove the car calmly in front of his eyes, and he saw Rong Yin following his car from the mirror, walking in the heavy rain for a long time.

But Qiao Sha leaned on the seat, closed her eyes, not moving at all.

Does she really love him? Isn’t she deliberately bringing Rongga to this world to save him?

But God loves the world and relieves the world of suffering, but she gives him pain.

Aran couldn’t understand her anymore, “Aren’t you going back with him?”

She closed her eyes and asked him, “Do you want me to go back with him?”

Aran looked at her for a long time without speaking.

He didn’t hope, he hoped that she could fall in love with the male lead and save the world together.

But this is different from what he expected. In anticipation, when Qiao Sisi appears, Rong will fall in love with Qiao Sisi, and Qiao Sha, may be sad, will be disappointed, will understand that in this world, fall in love with the hero, repair the plot , Is her correct choice.

but.

From the mirror of the car, he once again looked into the far hiding in the heavy rain. He was still following, even if he knew that he couldn’t keep up, he still followed.

However, Rong Yin didn’t seem to fall in love with Qiao Sisi, as if she was being held more firmly by her.

Why?

Where did the error occur this time?

Aran drove the car faster.

In the broadcast, the typhoon notice was repeatedly broadcast, reminding everyone to avoid going out tonight.

—–

Arrived soon, the villa where Qiao Sha once lived.

Alan took her out of the car and looked back specifically, Rong Yin couldn’t keep up with them.

Qiao Sha took a step ahead of him, pressed the code lock, pushed the door into the room, and turned on the light.

The dark room was illuminated by lights for a moment, and Aran’s face and eyes were also illuminated. He remembered that he hadn’t spent the night with other people in a long time.

He walked in and closed the door, with the wind and rain behind him.

Qiao Sha kicked off her shoes at random, walked into the room barefoot, and sat down on the sofa very tired.

It’s like returning home.

This thought flashed through his mind, he bent down to put her shoes on the shoe rack, and took a pair of disposable slippers to her. Before he walked over, he suddenly frowned and stood up suddenly. He rushed into the bathroom and closed the door with a “bang”.

What’s the matter?

Aran was a little surprised. Standing by the sofa, she saw the spot where she had just sat on the sofa, and there was a little bit of blood like a plum blossom.

He froze for a moment, the phone vibrated, and he opened the WeChat that was actually sent by Qiao Sha.

[Qiao Sha]: In the bedroom where I lived before, there is a blue toiletry bag on the bottom floor of the bedside table. Bring it to me.

[Qiao Sha]: If you didn’t throw it.

He followed her instructions and walked into the guest room she used to live in, found the toiletry bag in the bedside table, opened it, and contained ladies’ supplies and cotton slivers.

Is she menstrual?

He felt a bit hot inexplicably, he pulled the toilet bag again, walked to the bathroom door, and tapped lightly.

The door opened a little immediately, and Qiao Sha stretched out her white hand.

It’s so cute.

He put the toiletry bag in her hand and said before she closed the door: “There are disposable slippers and a clean bathrobe in the bathroom cabinet. The floor is cool. Put on your shoes.”

She didn’t answer him.

He didn’t care either, taking advantage of her in the bathroom, boiling hot water.

After ten minutes, Qiao Sha came out of the bathroom with a bathrobe wrapped around her ankles. Her hair was wet, and the gauze around her neck was a little wet.

His face was very bad, and he stood there with his stomach under his breath and asked him tiredly, “Where do I sleep tonight?”

He originally wanted to say “The wound should not be wet,” but he didn’t say it. She looked too tired and her complexion was too bad, like a weak and weak kitten who was injured and exhausted.

“It’s okay.” He said, “You can sleep wherever you like.”

He doesn’t come back often here. Originally, he prepared to attack the heroine Qiao Sha. The heroine Qiao Sha longed for “home”, so he prepared a “home” atmosphere to take her in.

With a “blessing”, she walked towards the bedroom.

The boiling water is steaming.

He didn’t find brown sugar, only found some **** slices, soaked **** sliced ​​water, and took the bedroom to her.

He saw her in his bedroom.

She slept on his bed, curled up into a small ball, holding the quilt against her belly, wet hair wet the sheets.

Does the stomach hurt?

He walked over and called her softly: “Are you asleep?”

She gave a dumb “good” and buried her face in the quilt.

Obviously did not fall asleep.

“Drink some **** sliced ​​water, maybe it will feel better.” He reached out to wipe away the wet black hair covering her face.

She buried her face deeper, buried her in the quilt and said dullly, “No.”

It’s like an unpleasant kitten.

This is probably his most thoughtful “female protagonist”. In the world he usually repairs, the plot has already been written. The female protagonist is destined to fall in love with the male protagonist. There has never been a “female protagonist” who needs him to attack again.

He put the water next to him, took out the hair dryer, and sat beside her gently cupping her black hair, slowly blowing for her.

In the “buzzing” voice, she turned her head from under the quilt to look at him, and asked him, “Are your hands hot?”

He “Da” turned off the hair dryer, “What?” He didn’t hear clearly.

The room suddenly became surprisingly quiet.

She lay on the dark blue bed sheet and repeated it again in a dumb voice: “Are your hands hot?”

his hand?

He subconsciously squeezed his own hand. He had just held the palm of the hot water cup, and there was still warm residual temperature, “What’s wrong?”

She raised her hand and put it on his neck. Her hand was not warm, and his pores shrank in the cold.

“My hands are cold, and my feet are cold.” Her voice was dumb and tired, and she said to him: “Aren’t you going to attack me? Warm me for me.”

He paused, and in the dim night, there was no trace of blood on her little face, she looked fragile.

It was the first time that he saw such a fragile her. In those worlds, in his impression, she was smart and determined, calculated people’s hearts, and never felt soft and defeated.

It’s hard not to give birth to pity.

He wondered if Surya was moved by her pitifulness in the first place? Give birth to compassion, from pity to love?

He took her cold hand, and she drew it out again.

“Not a hand,” she commanded seemingly.

That is?

He sat on the edge of the bed looking at her, his eyes falling on her feet, her feet slender in the quilt.

She took his wrist, took his hand into the quilt, put it under the bathrobe, on her cold belly. (Hello auditor, here is the aunt of the heroine who has a stomachache, and the hero is covering her belly.)

“It’s here,” she said.

Flat and soft.

His fingers curled up unconsciously and numb inexplicably.

She looked at him, her eyes like pearls were frank temptation and real fragility. These two completely different emotions intertwined in her eyes, which made her produce a strange beauty.

A pure lamb and a cat who is good at acting like a baby.

“Knead it for me.” She loosened his wrist, opened her curled body to him, and took the initiative to press it into his palm.

The tone is commanding, but because of weakness, it sounds dumb and coquettish.

He spread his fingers gently, and slowly rubbed it for her.

She let out a comfortable breathing, tilted her head to his knee, and asked him, “Have you ever rubbed it for someone else?”

“No.” He looked down at her, her posture, her expression, and her pale face were so fresh and vivid.

There is no quest person like her, and no npc like her.

The tasker would not “call” him like she did, and neither would the npc.

But she didn’t think there was anything, and she said without raising her eyelids, “No wonder it’s so stupid.”

fool?

He was described this way for the first time.

But she was so tired that she put her pale little face next to his leg, and after a while she seemed to be groggy asleep.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly, his palm was still on her lower abdomen, and his fingers could touch her bulging bones.

In the dimness, he had a sensation he had never felt before, similar to the sensation of anesthesia under analgesics.

There was thunder outside the window, but a cell phone ringing rang, especially clear in the silence.

It was his cell phone, and he left it downstairs.

The phone rang again and again, and Qiao Sha under her palm frowned as she was awakened. He closed his eyes and hummed softly, “It’s too noisy.”

He retracted his hand, covered her quilt, and quickly went downstairs to answer the phone.

Qiao Sisi opened it.

He walked into the bathroom and picked up the phone.

——”I can’t find Rong Yin, did he go to Qiao Sha? You and Qiao Sha are together? That Rong Yin is with you?”

She hasn’t found her hiding yet.

Just about to answer, Aran suddenly heard the sound of a “click” closing the bedroom door not far away.

He hurriedly looked out and saw a huge black wolf standing in front of the dim bedroom door, with blood-red eyes staring at him angrily.

Tolerance is still found? Is he in the room?

He looked at the black wolf, his eyes cold, and said to Joss on the phone: “Here I am, you come and take him away.”

Hang up the phone.

He walked quickly out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom.

The black wolf stared at him with a low bark of warning, and his huge body completely blocked the door.

In the silent room, one person and one wolf face off in a cold manner.

He suddenly heard a faint voice coming from the room-“These are from the drugstore.”

He lowered his head and turned on the surveillance on the phone. Every room here has surveillance.

Under the surveillance night vision lens, standing wet and faintly by the bed, facing Qiao Sha who was sitting up on the bed, many things were piled on the quilt-ibuprofen, painkillers, motherwort…

Many scattered quilts.

“Have you heard? You have been there all the time?” Qiao Sha looked at her wet face in surprise, “Where did you get the money?”

Rong Yin looked at her, did not answer, only said: “Does your stomach still hurt?”

Qiao Sha smiled helplessly and stretched out a hand to him, “Come here.”

She is going to hold him, to forgive him, isn’t she?

Aran raised his eyes to look at the black wolf, and stepped forward.

Suddenly there was the sound of a police car outside the door. Someone rang the doorbell while his cell phone rang again.

This time Isaac.

He picked it up and heard Isaac say: “Chief, Rong Yin robbed the drugstore. The police are chasing him and are heading towards your house. You…”

In the video doorbell is the policeman, asking a colleague, “This seems to be the residence of the Chief of Supervision Bureau? Are you sure it’s right here?”

Aran directly hung up the phone. Well, it was a time bomb.

He looked at the monitor on the phone again and saw Qiao Sha kissing Rong Yin in the dim bedroom…

He almost thought he was wrong.

After refreshing it once, the picture is still the same-Rong Yin is standing next to his bed, Qiao Sha is holding his wet placket with one hand, pulling him down, sitting on the dark blue bed sheet and kissing Rong Yin. hidden.

Rong Yin seemed to be stiff, motionless, Qiao Sha led him, kissing his lips, tempting him to open his mouth.

Holding his stiff hand with the other hand, he pulled it up and placed it on her cheek, ears, and chin, and asked him to touch her face, hold her face up, and kiss her.

Rong Yin was out of control, he suddenly hugged her into his arms, slammed into his bed, and fell into the dark blue bed quilt together with her.

Aran gave birth to a sense of out-of-control anger that he had never felt before, and that anger made him turn around abruptly, toward the black wolf, releasing his mental body——

A huge white eagle flashed in front of him, illuminating the entire room.

The black wolf roared.

——

Qiao Sha in the room rolled over and pressed on Rong Yin’s body, covering his mouth, and asked 101: What is it?

“The host of the white eagle.” 101 replied, “Aran’s spiritual body is a white eagle, but he seems to be different from other non-human beings. The white eagle symbolizes God—the God will eventually use the eagle to carry sinners around the world. On the wings.”

“The white eagle symbolizes God and redemption. Aran should have no other non-human “killing” and “out of control.” 101 found out this information from the database. He didn’t expect that there is hidden information in this world, and the male protagonist actually has it. Mental body, this information was not mentioned at all in the original text.

Although he didn’t understand why the host wanted to force Aran out of his spiritual body, he subconsciously felt that the host didn’t want to let Aran go this time… she was looking for his weakness?

He doesn’t understand, so what if he finds it? Even if the host kills the male lead, it is useless. The world will collapse. Entering the second week, the clone of the main **** will not die.

Qiao Sha smiled with satisfaction.

The faintly hot body was close to her, he held her tightly, he was enveloped in immense happiness and pleasure, and he was in pain and sadness a few seconds ago.

He thought she would never forgive him again and ignored him.

But suddenly, he got her kiss again.

It’s a kiss, it’s a petting.

He actually got her kisses and touches directly, he couldn’t believe that he touched her and kissed her.

Her lips are so soft and sweet, and she is like a piece of honey.

He breathed tighter and violently shocked by the pleasure, and he felt that he was about to die, dying in the joy and pain she gave him.

He looked at her, a little bit to cry.

He buried his face in her arms, kissed her palm with sour throat, and wanted to ask her if he could be her puppy…

The door was pushed abruptly.

The black wolf jumped to the bedside in the dimness and shielded him and Qiao Sha.

Qiao Sha left his arms, sat next to him, stretched out her hand to stroke the panting black wolf, and said to Aran who appeared at the door: “Why is there so noisy downstairs?”

Aran’s mental body had been put away, he looked at Qiao Sha’s calm appearance, and asked him as if nothing had happened, with inexplicable emotions surging in his heart.

She obviously acted coquettishly to him a few minutes ago, showed weakness to him, and deliberately seduced him.

But what is she doing now?

His mental body suddenly surged, as if he had received his emotional guidance to rush out and kill Rong Yin.

He hurriedly grasped the palm of his hand and pressed down the surging emotions in his heart little by little, causing a momentary shock.

His mental body wanted to rush out by himself for the first time.