The Beauty of Trial Marriage

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Ling Qianmo's gaze is also impartial, with a faint smile on his lips, a harmless, but unusually sarcasm, "It's just being dumped. Anyway, you are not dumped for the first time. Why act like a resentful woman. Anyway, I slept for you for so long in vain, and I didn’t plan to seek you back for the wasted feelings. I didn’t get a share of your property and I didn’t want you to compensate. demeanor?"

Every word and every sentence seemed to have sharp thorns, and the clear eyebrows were more ironic than ever, but Ye Zi'an was fascinated by them. He had never seen such vivid eyebrows before.

Thinking about it now, it seems that since she met him, she has either smiled happily at him, or is angry, and this is the first time she has such fierce irony.

"You feel unwilling to be dumped by me, so you have to act desperately to show your dismissal of me and find your place. Or do you deliberately show it to someone, to prove to her that you have drawn a clear line with me, and you will never get in touch with each other. ??" She approached step by step, and she could stop by the bed, with red lips and white teeth, and a beautiful smile. "Whoever you want to go with is so great that you can go directly. Anyway, from my observation, she will definitely not despise you. It’s the right thing to get married. Why do you do things so terribly that make you look like a scumbag. I really regret it now. How could I be blind and marry you?"

After speaking, sneer, turn around and leave.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she was caught off guard and fell onto the bed. When she reacted, the man had turned over and pressed it up, and a brutal kiss fell on her lips.

It was this little mouth with perfect lip shape, just said a lot of things that poke his heart.

As if punishment, Ye Zi'an kissed hard and tossed.

Ling Qianmo's eyes widened angrily and kicked him with his feet, but his legs were suppressed by the man in an instant.

"Ye Zi'an, you let me go." Ling Qianmo roared angrily.

The man's brows frowned slightly, and his expression was painful, "Shuan Qian, if you move again, I can't guarantee that it's just a kiss."

"Ye Zi'an, you bastard." The lower abdomen was obviously pressed by a hot and hard object, and Ling Qianmo blushed, wishing to kick him out of bed.

The man looked at the bright and moving face of the woman under him, his delicate facial features moved more and more with anger, and his black and white eyes were big and bright, emitting a scorching light.

The two people face to face, their hot breaths entangled with each other, disordered and ambiguous.

Ling Qianmo looked at his dark and gloomy eyes, slightly flustered, his eyes were too wanton, making her feel like his prey, and she might be swallowed up at any time.

She didn't dare to move anymore, her complexion flushed, and she bit her lip and spoke in a tone that didn't irritate him as much as possible, "Ye Zi'an, you let me go."

"Why, I'm afraid?" The man smiled badly, and the dark light in his eyes showed a desperate taste. He smiled wildly and arrogantly, like an emperor who rules everything. "Did you just curse me with confidence? What's wrong now, I touched you and made you so sensitive?"

He clearly felt that the soft body beneath him was trembling slightly, a shudder that could not be restrained to soften, but was restrained by life.

He clearly sensed her patience, and the interest in his eyes grew stronger.

Ling Qianmo's eyes widened, biting her lip and not knowing what to say.Refute, afraid to irritate him.Obey, and go against the heart.In the end, he can only avoid turning his face to the side.

But the man's strong breath kept piercing her nose, stimulating her tight nerves to tremble.

"Ye Zi'an."

"Huh?" The man bowed his head, his breath fell on her ear, his voice was low and ambiguous, "I'm here, you say."

"You get away." Ling Qianmo's tone was stiff and a little flustered. "We are already divorced. You can't do this to me."

"What did I do to you?" As if on purpose, the man's chin was rubbed ambiguously on her cheek, causing Ling Qianmo to scream low, "Ye Zi'an, what do you want?"

The smile in the man's eyes suddenly disappeared, leaving only the deep and shallow shadows, deep and empty so that she could not see the deep meaning.

After a long time, I heard the man say something lowly, "Qianqian, will you forget me in the future?"

"I will always have my own life in the future. If I forget you, isn't it a matter of course?" Ling Qianmo frowned, wondering why he asked so suddenly.

The man’s handsome face was pressed down again, his flexible tongue rushed into his mouth while she was not paying attention, and danced with her, "But what should I do, I don’t want you to forget me. Even if you think of it, it is resentment." , It’s better than nothing."

After that, the kiss went deeper and deeper, as if to penetrate into her soul, implant her own obsession, and engrave it into a brand, immortal forever.

Ling Qianmo's resistance was easily resolved by the man, and even the tears that fell in the rush were kissed one by one, and the vague sobs were knocked to pieces between the ups and downs.

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Ling Qianmo opened his eyes again, and the sky was completely dark.

When he opened his eyes, he faced a pair of dark and deep eyes, staring at her calmly, with a terrifying hair.

Ling Qianmo looked at him calmly, expressionless, but the body under the quilt was already trembling slightly.

Not afraid, not excited, but angry.

Next time, even if this man died of illness, she would not look at him more.

Ye Zi'an didn't speak, and Ling Qianmo didn't bother to pay attention to him. He lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, picked up the messy clothes on the ground, and put them on one by one.

The long hair is draped in a mess, and the whole back exudes emotions of resistance and resistance, which is very obvious.

She was already trying her best to control her temper. Who knew that the man walked up to her refreshedly, bent over and leaned over, "Why, very angry?"

Ling Qianmo's buttoning movement paused slightly, and then continued to put on his clothes casually, without even looking at him.

"Don't want to care about me?" The man's eyebrows contained a smile, shallow and indistinguishable, "I thought you would at least give me a slap."

Ling Qianmo put on the last coat, adjusted his sleeves, raised his head and smiled brightly, and then slapped him mercilessly.

With a snap, it was especially loud in a quiet room.

Then the woman's gentle tone, "Since you send it to the door and beg me to flash, then I will barely give you face."

Ye Zi'an didn't hide. After finishing the slap, he touched his slapped face and raised his eyebrows. "This slap probably won't let you down."

"Naturally, I can't!" Ling Qianmo didn't hide his smile, his red lips opened and closed, but the words he uttered were cold and decisive, "Ye Zi'an, from now on, you and I don't owe each other, and I don't have to see you again in this life. "