Ximen Longting pulled off her underwear and lifted up her skirt!

She felt a chill coming from her buttocks, and red wine flowed on her buttocks...

Without any prelude, he entered her, his dry body relying on the moisture of red wine.

Jing Jiaren frowned, still feeling pain, and pulled the edge of the bed with both hands.

Next, she becomes a machine for venting lust.

He asked her to kneel or lie down, whether on the bed, sofa, or carpet. There was silence between them, only the sound of the friction of sex.

He didn't like to enter her head-on, so he would occasionally pull her body over and cover her face with something like a pillow.

Jing Jiaren was often overwhelmed by him, suffocating and thought she was going to be suffocated to death.

She asked coldly: "Do you want me to do it with you wearing a mask next time?"

The man's rhythm suddenly stopped.

The next moment, he humiliated her deeper and harder, almost crushing her mandible with his big hands.

Jing Jiaren bit her lip, she began to feel conflicted about being treated like this again.

The body goes from initial pain to pleasure.

Waves of pleasure swept over her, and she couldn't help but start to make a sound...

Ximen Longting tightened his grip on her body: "Shut up."

"..."

"Let me hear one more word from you and I will render you speechless forever."

Jing Jiaren bit her lip harder. What does this mean? Is he deceiving himself?

Jing Jiaren's face was hit and buried in the quilt...

His physical strength is astonishing, and this torture usually lasts for an hour or two before it ends.

Fortunately, Jing Jiaren could adapt to his ferocity and leaned tiredly in his arms, breathing in the air with his scent.

His chest rose and fell vigorously, and he suddenly pushed her away: "Get out of here."

Jing Jiaren was kicked so hard that her waist almost broke and she rolled out of bed. If she had been kicked too slowly, she would have broken her bones.

Ximen Longting was lying alone on the big bed, covered in sweat, with a cold and distant expression.

Jing Jiaren picked up the clothes on the floor and went into the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, he was still lying on the bed in the same position.

"Should I finish my work tonight?" She arranged her clothes, "I'm going back."

Ximen Longting said nothing, as if even looking at her was too much.

Jing Jiaren frowned, he really regarded her as a mere sex tool...

Suddenly a wolf howled in the distance.

"Awwww——"

Then the bang of gunfire exploded in the dark night.

Jing Jiaren's figure perked up and she couldn't help but run to the window and open it to see what was going on...

Under the bright moonlight, on the top of the watchtower, a wolf figure stood beside the cross.

"Ouch————"

The howling of wolves sounded, the people on the watchtower were knocked down, and the bodyguards guarding the church were shooting with sniper guns.

Jing Jiaren's eyes widened in disbelief.

Leng Aofeng! It must be him!

How could an ordinary wolf jump to such a high watchtower?

There was a rapid knock on the door, and Wilson said through the door: "Master, that weird wolf has appeared again."

again……

This shows that Leng Aofeng appeared more than once.

Under the watchtower is the underwater cemetery, where [Jing Jiaren] is buried.

There was a sharp pain in my heart.

Didn't he get the antigen? Why did he turn into a wolf? What on earth is going on!

Ximen Longting had already stood up solemnly, his every move and every move filled with murderous intent.
Chapter completed!