MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress-Chapter 2078 Fanwai: The Calamity of This Life 4

Two days have passed since the sudden encounter at Lingji Temple. Ye Xun's heart lake that was disturbed by Si Yuanzhen was calm.

Ye Yan's head is full of blue silk, black and silky, exuding a soft and shiny luster, just like the fine brocade draped behind his head, exuding the elegance and tenderness.

She gently twisted her long hair into a bun, opened the drawer of the comb, and saw the rough wooden clogs coming into view. The wooden clogs made of linden branches were no longer full and fresh when they were folded. The body became yellow and dried up slightly, making the rough wooden clog even more ugly.

Ye Xun hesitated, still picked up the wooden cricket, threw it into the trash can, and took another silver cricket to fix the long hair in his head.

The vanity mirror on the dressing table reflects her soft back, elegant posture, light body, and distance.

On the fourth floor of the hotel, a small restaurant was opened, serving drinks, coffee, and catering. There are many Yunnan-Dunnan-style cuisines. Ye Ye stepped on the black tiles to make the stairs. At this time, there was no one else in the stairwell.

At that moment, the third floor staircase utility room made a gurgling noise.

She turned immediately: "Who ..."

A pair of big palms, pinching her bright wrists, dragged her into the dim utility room when she could not react.

"咣-" The wooden door in the utility room closed shut.

Ye Xuan's body was pushed hard by a huge force, and his back slammed into the wooden door behind him. The pain was paralyzed like a tide.

"Ah-" She whispered a painful cry, then the tall and powerful male body pressed towards her, and the ambergris belonging to the man in the breath mixed into the nose with a slight smell of sweetness, and she was wrapped in Unfamiliar and dangerous body temperature is clamped and unable to move.

"Who are you, you have to ..." Ye Ye screamed in shock, like a goose feather floating in the sky, but before she finished speaking, she was pressed by her lips, her lips were slightly cold Rolling over her, rolling around, sideways, swimming, suppressing ...

She wants to struggle.

However, the man clasped her cheek tightly, and could not refuse to forcefully grab it.

"Hum--" she wanted to scream for help.

The man came in while it was empty, and the slippery and soft tongue slipped lightly into her lips, deep into her lips, and straight up to the depth of her throat.

Ye Ye was like being held seven inches by people, unable to struggle, unable to call for help, and unable to breathe, just like a thirsty fish, who could only be forced to hold his head up, be controlled by a man, and kiss him like a kiss, As if losing his kiss, she would suffocate immediately.

She had never been so frightened. In the sparsely staircase, the dark and cluttered room, a man who didn't even see her face clearly restrained him from kissing.

The tears in my eyes kept falling.

At this moment, her heart was desperate.

The man's kiss gradually slowed down, Ye Ye's tears were blurred, and Tong Shui pupil looked into a pair of bloody, murderous, but never bottomed out, as in the eyes of Hell's Abyss.

She froze all over.

It's him--

It was him!

Si Yuanzhen!

The man who took her jasmine flower without asking.

The man who cut the bodhi wood cut by himself-into her hair.

The man who was frivolous in the pure land of Buddhism in front of the Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The man who was almost forgotten by her.

Si Yuanzhen saw the shock in her eyes, and knew that she had recognized him, and he slightly removed the lip pressed between her lips.

Ye Yan opened his mouth almost subconsciously for help.

It's a pity that she hadn't yelled out for help, and a pair of big hands had covered her lips: "It's me! Don't cry, don't struggle."

Ye Yan looked pale, just like the snow on the Yulong Snow Mountain in May. Under the men's threatening eyes, she nodded slowly.

Si Yuanzhen let go of her, rubbing her fingers lightly against her swollen, swollen lips: "Really good."

However, the hand clasped on her face still did not let go, leaving her mouth speechless, apparently he did not trust her.

Ye Yan looked at the man in front of him, only to feel that his mixed tears were cold, and his tears kept falling down his cheeks.

Si Yuanzhen bit her lips softly, and the sweet smell of sweetness opened up in his lips: "Ye Ye, 20 years old, a native of Nantong, Jiangsu, Z country, both parents died ..."

The thin lips of the man, with the bright color after the kiss, spit out like a thin blade, constantly dissecting her life. The consternation in Ye Yan's eyes was gradually replaced by horror.

She can be sure that when he first met, he didn't know her.

Therefore, in just two days of work, he has mastered all her information, detailing her body measurements and what characteristics.

Excessive consternation made her confused, and she became clear.

She knew very well that the man was telling her that she could not escape the palm of his hand.

"You are so beautiful." Si Yuanzhen looked at her uncle's eyes, with water, clear and transparent, reflecting his figure clearly, and smiled gently: "It just makes me overwhelmed." He kissed softly. Her lips seemed to soothe her startled mood, and her voice was so soft and soft: "I really want to take you for granted."

Ye Yan's cheeks were clamped and he couldn't speak at all. He could only be forced to look at the man, but the water in his eyes never stopped.

She wouldn't be naive to think that a disrespectful Buddha, a man holding a butcher knife, a man covered in blood, bloody, and falling into **** would let her pass by her crying.

However, she was helpless to tears.

"But ..." Si Yuanzhen's voice paused, her eyes were somber, the woman in front of her, the tender cheeks had been pinched and deformed by him, but he still felt very beautiful, a kind of tortured beauty, dark and miscellaneous In the room, the male and female postures are the easiest to breed dark scenes: "Bitch is not good-looking."

Then, he reached out and removed the silver urn from her head, and discarded the bodhi wooden cricket that she had thrown into the trash can, and gently poke it into her hair.

Rough clogs have no beauty at all.

However, he felt that this was the best **** for her in the world.

"You ..." Ye Yan's pupils shrank, watching his movements openly. As soon as he said a word, he felt that the force holding on to his face had increased again. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't speak. .

She thought of the scene when she threw the clogs into the trash can before, and found in horror that the man might have been watching her every move, when she didn't know.

"I don't think it's good to give you the token of love?"

Si Yuanzhen bended the silver maggot in his hand into a ball and threw it away. He didn't know which corner he was thrown into.