Kill Me, Heal Me

Could she save him? Impossible! She couldn't save anyone, a dying person who couldn't even save herself, what ability did she have to save others? If she had this ability, Ryan wouldn't die back then, 和wouldn’t gradually turn into a cold and stiff corpse in her arms. Ethan Mo, how could you experience the pain?

Yes, you couldn't understand it. Ethan Mo, at that time, you were by the side of another woman's sickbed, day and night looking forward to her waking up earlier. For her who almost killed May Ning, you had nothing but hatred. The skirt on her body was pulled up from her calf to the waist, revealing two long skinny legs, which were wrapped by him on both sides of the waist, and his upper body was against her body. Belle Ye’s all struggles were fruitless, and she was suppressed by him so that she could not move, and she could only do whatever he wanted.

The dim yellow street light outside the car shone in through the glass window, and the sight in front of him and the real touch of her body made Ethan Mo's sanity blurry for a moment, completely uncontrollable. Burning eyes stared at her, shining with a flame of desperate desire. He didn’t expect that everything about this woman would make him so fascinated. The wide palms wandered unscrupulously on every inch of skin that made him jealous, and his passionate kisses imprinted every inch of the forbidden soil he wanted to occupy. With fine and dense pimple particles all over the skin, Belle Ye was stiff and unable to think, subconsciously resisted.

hand moved up from down, and finally stopped at her back waist. Belle Ye's

Mo half pressed her body, the tight space did not affect his movements. With his right hand gently covering her back waist, feeling the fabric slightly

sense of guilt surged into his heart. Ethan Mo, her wounds and pains were all given to her by you. You had killed her to the point where she was now, did you want her to accept you willingly and forgive you? He showed a bitter smile and hugged her into his arms distressedly, "The wound, does it still hurt?" "It doesn't hurt." The answer was quick. Ethan Mo didn't say a word, but he already scolded

up from her, organizing her clothes, carefully putting down the skirt that was pulled up by him, little by little, and putting her long

couldn't get tired of looking at it. Every time he looked at her, he always felt that he could see something from her calm little face, which made him more and more tickled. "Don't worry, I—" He was interrupted by Belle Ye before he finished speaking, "Ethan Mo,

about?" Ethan Mo's face sank, his voice suddenly hardened. Sure enough, as long as she mentioned May Ning, all the tenderness and affection would be all gone, nothing was left. Belle Ye laughed at herself: