Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress-Chapter 2079 [ Side Story: Tribulation Of This Life (5) ]

Ye Wanwan could hear the coldness and threat in his tone. It was as if this man would snap her neck the next second if she said " yes. &Quot;

There was a chill in her heart, which gathered in her heart and wrapped around her lungs. Even breathing became difficult. She was forced to raise her head and breathe desperately. Her throat made " hoo hoo hoo " sounds, and her nose was messy and heavy. The more she breathed, the more she felt that her throat was dry and she could not breathe in oxygen.

Her tears burst out in an unusual pain.

Her vision was blurred by her tears, and she became more and more dazed. Her consciousness suddenly became heavy and light, and she could not find any support ...

"Don't casually throw away the things that I'm giving you, or else ..."

Just as ye Zhenwu was about to fall into darkness, the man's hoarse and rough voice suddenly rang in her ears. It was like grinding paper scraping against her groggy and dazed consciousness.

The next second, the force on his cheek disappeared.

She thought that her face would hurt a lot after being clamped by such a strong force, but to her surprise, there was only a slight numbing pain left.

The man's burning voice echoed in her ears, " "I'll be angry!"

Ye Wanwan suddenly woke up from her desolate state of consciousness and asked helplessly in a hoarse voice, " "What ... What do you want to do?"

Her trembling voice was filled with panic and uneasiness. Her hoarse voice had a hint of gentleness, but it also contained a strange seduction.

However, she knew nothing about this.

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"I'll punish you!"

Si yuanzhen was a little angry that she had thrown away the wooden hairpin he had given her. Although it was only a single one, had no value, and no beauty, it was a rough wooden hairpin.

However, he still did not allow her to abandon it.

Ye Wanwan was at a loss for words, and only tears kept flowing down her smooth, Jade-like face.

&Quot; don't cry ... &Quot; si yuanzhen said in a low voice. He looked at the woman in front of him, whose face was covered in tears but didn't lose her coyness and pitifulness. His fingers couldn't help but rub her smooth, Jade-like face."The more you cry, the more I want to bully you."

That day, when he had caught a glimpse of her at the lingji temple, he had only treated her as an ordinary devotee and had not thought too much about it.

Later, in the meditation room of the old bald donkey, Ling Ji, he saw her again through a translucent screen. He heard her discussing tea with the old bald donkey, heard her recite the Heart Sutra, and heard her recite the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's original wish Sutra at Ling Ji's request.

At first, he only felt that her voice was soft, murmuring, clean, and clear like the heavenly Phoenix, so he could not help but listen to a few sentences seriously. However, unconsciously, he felt that the Buddhist scriptures that he hated in the past had actually become less annoying, and he really listened to them seriously later on.

Even he himself found it unbelievable.

It was undeniable that he had developed an interest in this woman at that moment.

However, it was only interest.

However, unexpectedly, he didn't know what kind of evil spirit he had been possessed by, but in the next few days, he actually felt like he was lost in his dreams.

Her clear and moving voice lingered in his ears from time to time. His heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat. As long as he thought of this woman, he felt itchy and his body felt weird.

Ye Wanwan was startled and looked at the man in front of her in shock.

Her teary eyes seemed to be separated by a thin veil, making her vision a little hazy. She could not even see the man in front of her clearly.

However, his words had truly frightened her.

No matter how silly or naïve she was, she understood what the man meant by "bullied."

"Even when she's crying, she's so beautiful." Si yuanzhen glared at her fiercely. He wanted to know what kind of charm this woman had to make him so infatuated.

Looking at her now, she was crying like a Pear Blossom with water. Her overly beautiful eyebrows, against the light red in her watery eyes, gave her a bit of beauty. There were still tears on her eyelids that had not been collected in time, like light frost and morning dew, stained with dense eyelashes. Her small white face was covered with tears, making her look timid and innocent.

She wasn't a stunning beauty, nor was she a national beauty or a peerless beauty. She was like a pear flower that bloomed in March or April, as clear as snow, as pure as Jade, gentle and elegant, but not losing the innocence of a thousand forms.

With his status, what kind of beauty had he not seen? however, he had to admit that he had taken a fancy to this pretty girl from a humble family.

Si yuanzhen looked at her current innocent and pure appearance, and his heart couldn't help but stir. &Quot; &Quot; hey, what's with your eyes? they're so watery, as if they can talk. When you look at people, it's like they have hooks that can take away people's souls. &Quot;

Ever since she was young, Ye Wanwan had never been taken advantage of by a man's words. Her face turned red and white, and she wanted to refute his words.

However, si yuanzhen pressed his lips against hers again.

He didn't care about her struggling or her crying.

From her lips and teeth to her tongue, then to the depths of her throat, they entangled, ****, rubbed against each other, and finally sucked hard. She felt that the itchiness in her lungs, which had filled her with difficulty, was being sucked away by him bit by bit, leaving nothing behind. Feeling her lack of itchiness, his kiss softened. When he breathed in the itchiness, he began to suck hard again, once again sucking out the last trace of air in her body.

The process repeated.

Ye Wanwan could only passively endure it. Under such a strong suction force, she couldn't even make a sound.

In the dark, narrow, and messy storeroom, the man's heavy breathing could be heard clearly.

She could even hear the occasional click-clack of high heels and leather shoes on the ground in the stairwell outside.

The fourth-floor dining room was on the second floor of the storage room.

She could hear the enthusiastic and cheerful white folk song in the restaurant, as well as the sound of the tourists gathering and laughing.

All of this was so close to her, yet so far away.

As for her, under the man's tyrannical power, she had lost any chance to save herself and could only let him do as he pleased.

This feeling was more despairing than any other time.

It was like when a person saw hope, but could only let it slip by, the helplessness and despair would be magnified a hundred times, or even a thousand times.

"Tsk, tsk ... What a prescient dress ..."

Their lips intertwined, their saliva mixed, and the thin silver wire was pulled apart. Si yuanzhen let out an unknown sound, his body gently pressing against hers. One hand was gently pinching her soft waist, and the other was placed on her thigh.

Ye Wanwan got the chance and painfully begged, " &Quot; I beg you ... To ... Let ... Me go.

However, her only chance to beg was once again swallowed by the man. She could not help but regret it. She should not have begged him just now. She should have seized the opportunity and screamed.

In the midst of the forceful kiss, the man's large palm followed her thigh and slowly moved up, exploring the bottom of her skirt ...