Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

Li Jia lowered her eyes, her **** feet stepped on the cold ground, and the reddish lips sucked by Lu Yichen were slightly pressed into a line. She straightened her waist, and as she lowered her head, she revealed a small piece of soft white Delicate gooseneck.

The slender neck and the tender skin left the hickeys burned by Lu Yichen's ecstasy. With a slight movement of the wide nightdress, from Lu Yichen's perspective, she just saw the faint snowy peaks in her collar and when she was in the hotel. Bite marks left by excitement.

  Lu Yichen's long, narrow and deep black eyes are as dark as night, and his elegant and handsome face reveals a perfect coquettish smile, like Bai Tan blooming in the night, with a slightly strange charm.

  He took a step closer to Jiajia, shrouded in a tall and slender figure, with a strong and oppressive male hormone aura.

  Li Jia rarely feared anyone. Even if Zero forced her to raise a butcher knife against innocent people, she was more angry and hated than fear.

  But in her life, she was afraid of her brother.

  The gentle, considerate and meticulous elder brother in her previous life was the purest and cleanest ever in her heart. Until later, she went from ignorant curiosity to deep love, to inextricability, and finally hatred and despair, and never had any fear.

  But in this life, she is afraid of him.

  This fear comes from the unknown and the disparity in power.

  She is not his opponent, she can't resist, she doesn't know what he will do when he goes crazy.

   "You..." Li Jia watched him approach step by step, and the hot, narrow black eyes that were almost distorted with excitement caused fear in her heart.

  She leaned back on the bedpost. Behind the bed was a floor-to-ceiling window with sky blue curtains half pulled.

   "Jia Jia, don't be afraid." Lu Yichen's white fingers are slender, and the joints are well-proportioned. He is the perfect nobleman.

  He stretched out his hand to Li Jia, as if he wanted to hold her.

   "I won't pester you anymore, please let me go in this life." Li Jia stepped back, clinging to the curtain behind her.

  The floor-to-ceiling windows were closed tightly. Li Jia couldn't believe that she was sent in because of asthma. It is impossible for the nurses and doctors of the hospital to close the doors and windows for patients like her.

  She covered the material on her chest, retreated to the corner of the window, unable to retreat, collapsed and squatted down into a ball, her face buried in her knees, as if she could avoid Lu Yichen.

The long black hair falling to the ground like a waterfall, her thin nightdress is snow-white, and her delicate complexion reveals a radiant and soft luster. The strong contrast between black and white made Lu Yichen kneel in front of her. She put her arms in her arms.

  The bright red thin lips obsessively kissed her bare skin, sucking on her sensitive and delicate earlobes, causing Li Jia to tremble slightly and curl up tighter.

   "Good." Lu Yichen took off his suit jacket, wrapped his petite and trembling sister in his arms, and gently patted. "Come here to brother."

  He held her, moving gently and gently, his bright red and moist tongue licked her earlobes, cheeks, and neck again and again, his dark eyes were dark, and he stroked Jiajia's warm skin lovingly.

  Li Jia bit her lip, shrinking from his ubiquitous intimacy.

  Lu Yichen hugged his sister from the ground to the bed, rubbing Li Jia's thin red cheeks with the back of his fingers, her hot lips nostalgic for her brows. "My brother loves you so much, loves you more than his previous life..."

  His kiss moved down a little bit, intimate and sweet, Li Jia's nightdress was wide, and Lu Yichen pulled down her loose collar, kissed it, eyebrows trembled, and her voice trembled. "Do not……"

  She trembled like chaff, her broken voice was a little soft, but she couldn't hide a trace of fear.