For Mo Huaiyuan many years ago, the little girl named An Ran was a tear pot, a naughty ghost, and a follower. Shu Qing can't even shake it.

It was precisely because I couldn't get rid of it that I had no choice but to pin her to my chest like a brooch.

But even he himself did not expect that the brooch on his chest would one day become a brand and stamp on his chest as time faded. Then, accompanied by the pain of not being able to get loved for many years, it turned into cinnabar.

Cinnabar blood red.

And you are the most painful drop of blood in my heart.

——Mo Huaiyuan’s inscription

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"I'll tell you to stop!" A very majestic voice, accompanied by a low roar full of cold anger, resounded in shock throughout the living room! Qian!

That morning, the girl with only a thin skirt rushed to the door, but was shook coldly by the roar.

She was trembling violently, her hands were shaking on the cold doorknob.

But the feet were like roots, and they could not move even if they died.

Mo Huaiyuan walked slowly from behind, his eyes full of disappointment and fatigue. The disaster at sea was so serious that he had no time to take care of anything else, but she... she was so impatient. When she heard that Hosran was in danger, she would go with him even if she ignored life and death?

He put his hand coldly on her shoulder and slowly turned her around. His eyes were tired and hoarse, "I guessed that you wanted to go to the sea now to find him, huh?"

The woman just trembled, with tears in her eyes, and couldn't even speak.

Mo Huaiyuan smiled bitterly and mentioned the last time that Hosran humiliated her in public: "So haven't been scolded enough yet? They have already made a fuss like that. Ranran, have you not been humiliated enough yet?"

An Ran's heart hurts a lot.

"You don't understand that feeling, it's like I've been doing the same thing for seven or eight years, and I've become a habit. If I can't do anything for him anymore, I don't know how to live next."

Mo Huaiyuan felt a hole in his heart instantly, and blood was flowing.

So for more than twenty years, he has been in Huaiyuan,?

A few scarlet red eyes appeared in his cold eyes. He lowered his eyes and raised his eyes high to pick up her pitiful jaw. The danger in his tone was as quiet as death before the storm came: "So, is it because of habit?"

She lowered her eyes and sobbed, feeling very wronged, but it was not for him.

"It's really hard to get used to this kind of thing..." He raised his head and let out a sigh, laughing, knowing that feeling, like quitting drugs, then lowered his eyes coldly, clasped her tightly, and said in a low voice, "So I'll help you change it, how about it?"

An Ran hadn't reacted yet.

Immediately, Mo Huaiyuan had already pinched her tender jaw, raised her, and bowed her head and kissed her almost coldly. The seemingly gentle thin lips were actually printed, but when they were torn, they pried open her teeth and pinched her jaw bone to prevent her from closing. Her strong tongue pushed open the tip of her tongue and rushed in, sweeping wildly in the mouth where she had never been invaded.

An Ran was stunned.

If it weren't for the pain of being pinched heavily, the intimate touch of her tongue reminded her that she wouldn't even resist. Then, she frowned and her hands firmly pressed against Mo Huaiyuan's chest, and struggled with a "whimper" scream.

Mo Huaiyuan opened his eyes coldly and looked at her. The heavy raindrops hit her chest and it hurts, but it can't resist her fierce resistance. The heart stings. He turned over coldly, and the feeling of weightlessness came. She fell into the thick sofa with a "bang" in her scream.

The big palm was placed behind her head, but An Ran was still hit by the heavy pressure and her eyes were filled with stars. She was so painful that she couldn't breathe. Mo Huaiyuan took the opportunity to relax, then clenched her wrists, pulled them up coldly, clasped their wrists together and pressed them tightly on top of her head. The big palm touched them down without hesitation. Do you believe? Even though he hadn't touched her for a while, he could understand the private zeal in every part of her body!

"Woo..." An Ran opened her wet tears and felt the powerful invasion in her mouth. The fierce force was merciless. The strange comfort spread throughout her body. The source of this creator was the gentle man who held her in the palm of her hand for many years. She was so scared that she trembled and had no strength to resist. She had never seen Mo Huaiyuan before, and she seemed to have transformed into a demon from hell! It made her frightened!

Outside the living room, Chen's mother heard the movement and ran over in horror.

But Mo Huaiyuan coldly pressed An Ran under his body, clasped her wrist with one hand to prevent her from moving, and coldly pulled off the tie of his suit with the other hand, unbuttoned it one by one.

Today, he doesn't mind spending this little time teaching her well. Who should she change her habits for the rest of her life?

"Get in. Close the door. Don't listen to what you shouldn't, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!"

Chen's mama was shocked, her face turned pale, and she actually ran to the side bedroom next to the living room with a trembling trembling, opened the door and hid in, locked it, and didn't dare to listen to anything.

That gloomy and domineering tone sounded like a destruction of the world in An Ran's ears.

The timid and obedient sound of closing the door also cut off her only hope.

"Mo Huaiyuan, please let go..." Before she could even say the word "I", she fell back crying. He had already adjusted his posture, turned her over, pressed her wrist tightly on her back, and his open chest fell down and pressed her naked back. His skin was pressing against her, which scared her courage, not to mention that his hot palm had penetrated from his broad armpits, and he grabbed her plump and tender breasts tightly.

The big palm grabbed red marks heavily on it, experiencing her crazy softness.

"Ah..." An Ran's scream trembled very hard, and her crying voice was quite strong. His chest, which had never been violated before, was controlled by him at this moment. The disordered force deeply stimulated her, and her body was shaking so hard.

"What did you say?" Mo Huaiyuan pressed her ear tightly from behind and said coldly. His body had begun to react sharply, "I'm listening. Do you think I can tolerate it too much. I have been guarding you for so many years, but I have never violated you at all?"

"But no man can really be indifferent, peaceful," he smiled and shook his head. "I think I am too stupid now. I should have taught you so much earlier. If you are by my side, Mo Huaiyuan, who do you dare to really covet?"

The big palm that kneaded her chest quickly went down her lower abdomen and buried her green and soft wetness.

The person in her arms was already trembling in a muffled scream. She cried so hard that she was about to die, unable to say a complete sentence, and was soaked in fearful sweat. Such heavy pressure and posture made her unable to move at all, and she could only be squeezed apart by him and let his fingers rage there.

"No... don't..." She was extremely scared and could not accept that the person who treated her like this was Mo Huaiyuan. He was clearly waiting by her for many years, and he was spoiled by her and never left.

But God knows how much he has thought about it over the years, every night, every minute and every second, to treat her like this. Love and desire have always been connected, and only she doesn't know how much he has given up and endurance.

She was so wet that she couldn't even accommodate a single finger of his.

"Relax, otherwise I don't guarantee you won't hurt." He said in a low voice, tightly clasped her hair.

He knew clearly that, as early as when she was eighteen years old, the recruits were enlisted in the extreme training, and no female soldier could withstand such intensity. She was different from others.

But he couldn't guarantee that without that layer of film, he would not hurt her if he resisted and was so resistant and afraid.

"Mo...Huaiyuan..." An Ran cried out in a choking voice, wanting to say "I hate you", but that soft tone sounded the coldest temptation to him.

Mo Huaiyuan's heart trembled slightly by her scream. "Yeah" raised his cold eyes. There was already a pain between his eyebrows. He relaxed her wrists and let her petite body lie on the sofa. He took off her shoulder strap and took it off to his waist. He hugged her completely, hugged her tightly, kissed her side face soaked in sweat, and said in a low voice: "I'll be here soon."

His eyes darkened, his fingers pulled out, he clasped his soft waist tightly, and he fell into his body.

"Ah..." An Ran tightened the sofa, buried her face in the sofa, her shoulders tightened, and she trembled like dead leaves due to the severe pain.

He forced himself into her body.

At that moment, he knew clearly that her pain was in her bones.

It hurts.

Even his breath was so amazing that he couldn't speak.

Because of the deadly tight face, he suddenly changed. He covered his fingers and found her sensitive point, which was stimulating little by little.

While rubbing, she finally recovered and cried out loudly before she slowly began to rhythm.

The slight pain mixed with strange feelings spreads.

Go deeper a little bit, deeper into her innermost.

So Mo Huaiyuan was dissatisfied with all kinds of feelings, and then stepped out and pushed in little by little. He was so moved that he couldn't release it even more and more. He felt a hint of disorder from her. He felt that she suddenly twitched below and began to avoid her own pressing and rubbing. He knew that she had a feeling, so he controlled her waist tighter with one hand and rubbed her with the other hand with the force heavier.

Once and then, she was afraid of being too deep, but she was pulled back out of control by him, and said lowly to her and pressed her tightly and let him sprint.

When she turned over, she was already in tears.

The corners of the lips were covered with blood that had been bitten.

Mo Huaiyuan kissed her with a deep look, licked the bloodstain, kissed her, and ran out of control and ran into her.

An Ran felt very scared and cried even harder. The feeling of being completely opened and possessed became stronger and stronger. Whether it was pain or comfort, she had no time to care. She only cared about her unwillingness, but he let it happen in the most terrifying way.

As he got deeper and deeper, he dominated her and learned her hard...

"Spread my legs a little longer and let me get into the innermost...Ranran..." He ordered coldly in her ear, his breath was hot, determined that even if her original intention was not to be willing, he would make this time unforgettable.

She cried and refused to obey. He stared at her deeply, kissed her from her forehead down to her lips, and slowly clenched her shiny ankles hard and pulled them to her side in a way that distracted her attention, taking the largest m-shaped shape, and then taking possession even more wildly as a beast...

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"……ah--!!!"

A scream came from a single-door apartment room.

The first time I woke up from this dream countless times, in the dark room, An Ran, who had turned over, could only hear his panting in a hurry and fear. His sweat seemed to be soaked, and the clocks on the wall were ticking.

"..." She frowned, moaned in pain, and buried her head between her arms.

Always dream of this scene.

In the dream, she was so scared that she was exhausted and cried that she was exhausted, but he wanted her like a hurricane and lightning.

I still remember that after the end, he kissed the corner of her mouth, waited for her to come back from her great comfort, pulled herself away, put on her clothes and turned to her with a broken lace skirt on the sofa, and said coldly: "I have always been able to tell you how to treat people well or badly. An Ran, what's going on today is my bottom line, are you clear?"

At that time...why?

Every time An Ran thinks of her body trembles, but when she thinks about it carefully, that time, she just wanted to follow Hosran to the sea, even if she dies together.

He got up, his legs trembled and went downstairs to pour himself a glass of water.

There are still tears in the corners of my eyes.

The water was spilled out too.

"..." Her nose felt sour and she simply stopped receiving water in anger. Thinking about the text message she received at the airport, she was very angry.

What does "Ranran, wait for me?"

, The man who was about to marry someone else would chase her to the airport and ask her to wait?

What did she do when she waited?

Now she is not alone in a place like Maicheng, alone, taking care of herself? Haha... An Ran sneered, and slowly became bitter as she was cold. Thinking of the various farces she had experienced these days, she felt that she had become an idiot after leaving Mo Huaiyuan.
To be continued...