10 years where i loved you the most chinese novel (Eng)

ch.19

The 10th favorite of you _ section reading _19

The clothes of the two men did not completely fall, Jiang Wenxu just pulled the zipper of the pants.

"Smuggling goods," Jiang Wenxu started very heavy, half-pity did not: "I should not ... put yourself in the house!"

He Zhishu’s painful snoring under Jiang Wenxu’s body is deeper and deeper like a knife. Jiang Wenxu did not give him lubrication, only the fingers that were soaked in saliva for easy insertion.

Never hurt so much. Almost Jiang Wenxu got in the waist and came to the Hezhishu to be ruined and shed blood.

He Zhishu couldn't help but grit his teeth, and then he began to bite his lips and tongue, and then the soft inner wall of the mouth.

Chapter 34

The consciousness of He Zhishu was intermittent, and when he was most painful, he thought he was dying. He couldn't even cry when he was sore, and his forehead was covered with a layer of fine cold sweat.

In the process, Jiang Wenxu is not comfortable. He is suffering from a narrow hoop. However, it is a sigh of relief, and the He Zhishu who wants to toss bullying is even more uncomfortable.

"Do you know what is wrong?"

At the end of the game, He Zhishu heard such a sentence. He slowly turned sideways and tightened, and the sharpened jaw fell on his knee. He didn't talk, feeling that the only heat in his body was brought out of the body with Jiang Wenxu's in and out, and there was nothing left.

However, what is wrong with me? The eyes of He Zhishu are as bleak as a cage, and nothing can be seen.

"Speak," Jiang Wenxu frowned and bent down to dial the face of He Zhishu. He clearly was already under the steps of He Zhishu, but he didn't want to be completely ignored. "Isn't it enough to lie down and wait for me?"

The face of He Zhishu turned with Jiang Wenxu's strength, and he was very hard to focus on. The knowledge of He Zhishu is big and dark, but there is no pure love in the past. The darkness reflects the shadow of Jiang Wenxu, the overwhelming despair of grief.

Jiang Wenxu’s heart suddenly tightened his pain. He raised his palm and tried to touch the eyelashes of He Zhishu. He wanted to confirm that the heartbreak he saw was just an illusion.

But he just shook his hand when he raised his hand, and the man was more tight, and the small half of his face was filled with blushing marks. The sudden movement made He Zhishu cough up and down, and the pale face showed extreme pain. Then he licked and coughed out the dark red blood.

Jiang Wenxu's face brush changed, and the pupil suddenly tightened. He leaned down to hug his knowledge book and his fingers were shaking: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Show me...Have me a look..."

He knows that the book is getting more and more powerful. He has blood flowing down his lips with a mouth, and Jiang Wenxu’s fingers are forced to whiten: "Cold."

Jiang Wenxu hurriedly pulled off the sheets and wrapped them in the He Zhishu. He turned the He Zhishu into his arms, but he encountered more cold and sticky liquid under He Zhishu. Jiang Wenxu was completely panicked. He only had a rough and torn wound in the intestines. He Zhishu still did not. Stop bleeding.

"Nothing...nothing, let's go to the hospital right away. It's okay." Jiang Wenxu didn't know whether he was comforting others or himself, but it was too difficult to get such a confused tone. Now Jiang Wenxu is in the mouth. He should always be a strategist, calm and elegant.

"I don't go to the hospital." He Zhishu's tone was gentle, but there was some ambiguity. His mind was still clear, so he repeated it again: "I don't go to the hospital."