She was his.
What he does to her is natural.
When this thought came together, Yu Moqian felt that it was simply vicious, but it was like a poison, and it was firmly rooted in his mind.
Suddenly, he heard a gasping voice, and this voice engulfed his bones.
But it is more powerful than a knife, making Yu Moqian's face pale.
His hands were clenched into fists, and the knuckles were so hard that he could see the outline.
Suddenly a pair of warm hands came around from behind him, and Bai Weiwei, who was not wearing clothes, was already enchantingly wrapped around him.
"do you like me?"
she asked in a low voice.
Yu Moqian wanted to nod his head, but lost all his strength.
He knew that he was trapped in the psychedelic power of the ancient mirror, which was an illusion.
Her fingers were soft and white, and her body was warm and demonic, like a seductive charm, no matter where he fled, he couldn't escape her temptation.
Yu Moqian bit his lip, feeling that the temperature of his skin was about to explode.
He clenched his fingers tense, and tried to loosen it several times, but without success.
I know it's a hallucination.
How can you keep sinking, a low-level illusion.
It wasn't difficult for him to unravel.
But Yu Moqian stood there dumbfounded, letting the illusion continue to surround him.
The persistence of those evil thoughts in his heart finally seized his weakness, so that he could not escape and could only be entangled by dark and paranoid malice.
The malice did not dissipate over time.
But through Yu Moqian's body, his love for Bai Weiwei continued to grow and grow.
The more you care, the more you like it.
The more dark thoughts and all kinds of subtle worries.
And these negative energies are all malicious nutrients.
Yu Moqian even heard from the depths of his heart that countless voices were encouraging him.
She is his.
So he can do anything.
She was willing, so he didn't offend her.
Yu Moqian's fingers loosened, and his pupils were as gorgeous as flames, like the flowers of the other side burning from the abyss.
He stretched out his hand and placed it on the back of her hand holding his waist.
Little by little, his fingers touched up, this movement was very gentle.
Like a feather, it swept lightly.
But this action is very domineering, and the fingers are holding her wrist in a confinement posture.
"Yu Moqian... hug me."
Bai Weiwei's voice came from behind, that charming and sweet call can make people sink into hell and return to heaven.
Yu Moqian knew this fantasy, and with his indulgence, it became more and more real.
He was a little dazed for a while, couldn't help but turn around, pulled her hand, and pressed her to his chest.
Under Bai Weiwei's thick eyelashes, her eyes were bright, and her coquettish face was different from her usual delicate and lovely look.
But very moving.
Yu Moqian's voice was also low, "You in my heart have simply blasphemed you."
Although men always have unrealistic thoughts about the girl they like.
But what makes him different from those men is.
Ordinary men may flash that thought, and it will dissipate on its own.
But he doesn't. Instead, he will accumulate terrible malice and hide it deep in his heart.
If it weren't for the huge maliciousness of the pen, he had destroyed it.
It is estimated that he does not have the ability to pretend to be a gentle big brother now.
Yu Moqian sneered, but now, although he can still pretend to have no desires, he is gentle and affectionate.
But the darkness in the heart has accumulated too much.
There used to be pen pressing.
Now he doesn't dare to use the power of the pen.