forced to be loved (nph)

Who is touching her belly?

Cheng Simian came back with a cold breath.
The wind outside was very cold, and it couldn't blow him, but the owner of the body could not help but look at the distant scenery in the cold wind. Brilliant golden yellow, and he actually looked at it for a few minutes, walked over, bent down, reached out and touched a dry leaf that looked like a butterfly.
It is only similar, and it is far from the delicate and beautiful butterfly.
Cheng Simian watched for a few seconds.
After all, the fingers did not exert any strength, and the leaf that had lost its former vitality was crushed into dust.
Cheng Simian quickly got into the car and returned to the place called "home". Under the care of the servant, he took off his coat and changed his shoes.
They were all quiet, and they didn't make a single sound under the joint work of everyone. The expressions on their faces were almost non-existent, and no one took the initiative to look up at him - that was in line with his expectations and requirements.
His brain has been mixed with too many cries and beggings from others, and while those cries are lingering, there are gunshots that are as accurate as timekeeping every second, either hitting the man's body, or hitting the man's body. In the bodies of young children, or those weak women... or both.
All were killed.
None were spared.
The extremely bright and bright blood shrouded his eyes, Cheng Simian looked at it calmly, and every item and item in the home seemed to have just been taken out from the crime scene, splattered with dripping blood .
The heavy smell of blood ran through his breath.
But this is not a crime scene, or to put it more accurately, it is no longer a crime scene.
Cheng Simian walked to his small study.
There are only a few commonly read books and various materials that he may use, which he uses when doing office work and some private things.
It's a place to stay at home.
It's small, secluded, with no extra people, and there are guns and ammunition created in different eras and periods. He can strike at anyone at any time, guaranteeing that they can be beaten into a sieve.
This made Cheng Simian feel at ease.
He passed the sofa.
There was a woman lying on it, holding a dolphin-shaped plush toy tightly in her hands, covered with a thin layer of quilt that could not fall off, and fell asleep peacefully between her eyebrows, Cheng Simian raised her watch to look at it. glanced.
8:27
Few people go to sleep at this time.
Besides, she slept so soundly and sweetly.
This cannot be said to not make people feel a little jealous.
But this is the guy who, every time he pays attention to her, can only see a pen in his hand writing his thoughts and ideas in the clearing of a book.
She is also a very quiet girl. She never makes a sound on her own initiative, nor does she disturb him, as if she doesn't exist.
He has no reason to attack her yet.
Cheng Simian thought about it, completely unconcerned about how dangerous and terrible things he was thinking about now.
He should not have shot the wrong shot at that time. Perhaps it was the noise in his heart that caused him to deviate, and brought him such a big trouble.
Cheng Simian thought.
He picked up the little thin quilt that was about to fall to the ground, planned to cover her, and stopped again.
Her belly bulged slightly.
Because the girl is slender and wears thicker clothes with the change of seasons, this bulge is extremely unremarkable, but when I notice it, I feel that it is actually more than a woman's figure. very big.
The round bulge is bigger than the chest.
Cheng Simian suddenly remembered the nonsense words they had carefully asked him. At first they thought it was Ji Mingyue's child, and then as she moved, they thought it was his -
he touched it.
Feel the warmth of the skin inside through a layer of fabric.
But not enough.
So he lifted the layer of clothes that wrapped the upper body of the female body, revealing the snow-white, bulging skin...
Shen Yan was sleeping soundly with a doll in his arms, but even though the room was warm, his actions made him feel a little uncomfortable. It was cool, and at this time, he closed his eyes and moved his body uneasily, trying to avoid Cheng Simian's movements.
His hand has been put up.
The scalding of her skin added a bit of warmth and itchiness.
It's like taking an oath of the other party's existence.
Shen Yan felt itchy on his skin, and was drowsy and really reluctant to open his eyes, so he turned over, trying to avoid the heat source on his body that he didn't know who came from.
She did.
But the heat soon hit her bulging skin again.
Hotter than before... more odd...
She had to open her eyes.
When she opened her eyes, it was a man's hair, deep black, with a scent she was already very familiar with.
It smells good.
Then there is his face, a very handsome face with a deep outline and very beautiful eyes.
Shen Yan had never looked at others from this angle, but under the thought that he had already harbored ill will towards him, he had to admit that he was indeed a good-looking man, probably completely inheriting the beauty of his parents.
Then she shrank back.
"What are you doing with your hand on my stomach?"
She asked in a gentle tone, without any malicious disgust, let alone any hatred.
She looked at Cheng Simian quietly, her eyes as gentle as a puddle of water.
Such kindness is something she does not have for others.
Cheng Simian's face was a little unnatural, and then he quickly retracted his hand.
He didn't answer Shen Yan's words, but left directly on his own.
In Shen Yan's sense, he was like a lonely wolf.
I enjoyed the food alone, and licked the bloody wound by myself.
Shen Yan lowered her head and looked at her naked snow-white skin, her face a little puzzled, but she didn't care, she tugged her clothes down with her fingers, put them back to their original places, and slowly fell asleep. .
Until she woke up again from her dream.
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