The paranoid villain is sister control (Siscon)

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The paranoid villain is sister control [wearing a book]

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    He Mianmian only felt that her body temperature was slowly rising, and the air in the room seemed to become thinner. She breathed hard, trying to stay awake, but her consciousness became increasingly chaotic.

    In a hurry, she thought of calling for help, and finally took out the phone from her bag, but couldn't see the screen for a long time. It was really drunk. There was really no way. She wanted to run out first to find a waiter or Anyone will do, let them be taken to the hospital.

    But without waiting for her to find the right hallway, He Wenchuan, who was initially dizzy, suddenly got up from the bed, approached her a few steps, stretched his arm, and easily dragged her over.

    After being thrown on the bed, He Mianmian's last thought was: It's over.

    After that, she was like falling into a bizarre dream, in which she was thrown into a warm pool, floating in and sinking, struggling.

    The man hugged her tightly and kept kissing her, for a while as if to breathe in fresh air for her, and for a while as if to exhaust the air in her lungs.

    He Mianmian was tossed repeatedly, his life hanging by a thread.

    She couldn't do anything, so she could only whisper helplessly: "Brother, brother..." The

    man occasionally responded with a low voice: "I am here." The

    man's body is strong and cold, like driftwood, and cut her Rescued from the deep waters.

    ...The

    large floor-to-ceiling windows only have a layer of white screens, and the morning sun shines through the thin screens to brighten the room.

    He Wenchuan frowned, pulled up the quilt and turned over. The legs in the quilt were slightly bent, and his knees hit a soft thing, the warm and delicate touch, like extremely human skin.

    He Wenchuan opened his eyes suddenly, and what broke into his eyes was the back of a woman lying on her side, close at hand.

    The two covered a quilt together and lay on their sides. Due to the height difference, a small space was left in the middle of the quilt. He Wenchuan looked down, and the graceful curve of his back, from top to bottom, finally sank into the darkness in the quilt.

    He Wenchuan didn't move, or in other words, he didn't dare to move.

    His throat was dry and itchy, and he swallowed hard.

    The broken and messy memories of last night flooded at this moment. Bringing He Mianmian to the banquet, and leaving her to meet Zhai Xiaoyu alone, after drinking the water that Zhai Xiaoyu handed over, the memory became confused.

    Later...

    he faintly hugged a woman, but He Mian's soft voice was in his ear. She called his brother over and over again, and that brother made him struggle in vain on the edge of reason and madness.

    He Wenchuan stretched out his hand from the bed, his arm seemed to be heavy, as heavy and tangled as his mood.

    He wanted to break the woman's shoulders immediately and confirm who she was for the first time, but there was another voice in his heart, who had seen everything a long time ago, and then constantly warned him that he could not bear the consequences of turning her around.