Now Long Yuhan came closer, his slender fingers lifted Liu Zhili's angular jaw, and the man's unique warm breath rushed towards him, "You are in my room, what do you think I want to do..."

"The ambiguous factor spreads in the air.

What! She was actually in Long Yuhan's room! Liu Zhili quickly glanced around. The exquisite purple carved gauze, the large sandalwood bed, and the crystal clear purple jade pillow were as gorgeous as a palace bedroom.

.This is indeed not her room.

Liu Zhili lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. Long Yuhan looked at her embarrassed face and couldn't help but find it funny. He didn't expect that this woman could still be shy. "Okay, I've been sleeping for two days, let's get up and eat quickly.

." Long Yuhan said calmly.

Yes, why did she sleep for so long? And she seemed to have had a long dream, dreaming that Duanmu was lying in a pool of blood, looking at her with a smile on his face, a sad smile, and saying "Zhili" over and over again.

, I'm sorry..." Liu Zhili wanted to go over and hug him, but her legs felt like lead, and she couldn't move no matter how hard she tried.

By the way, I don’t know what happened to Duanmu after that day.

"Hey, where is Duanmu? I agreed to your request, you should let them go! Also, why am I staying in your room without getting married? What are your intentions?!" Liu Zhili said coldly

He looked at Long Yuhan coldly, his tone full of questions.

"I have already arranged your marriage. You don't have to get married. As for Duanmu Yun and his son, I have already arranged it.

8226;;•; are all dead." Long Yuhan said disapprovingly, with no smile on his face and a slightly angry tone. It was as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Dead..." Liu Zhili suddenly felt like a bolt from the blue. Was he dead? Did the only friend in the world who was sincere to her and good to her leave her like this? Why did everyone who cared about her and loved her end up like this?

Are you going to leave her?

Why... Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and the pain of losing a loved one came over her again like an overwhelming ocean. Liu Zhi fell down on the bed, looking at the brocade quilt, neither beating nor making trouble.

Long Yuhan looked at her heartbroken look, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose. He arranged everything for her and prevented her from marrying in another country. She didn't know how to be grateful. Forget it, she only cared about other men as soon as she woke up.

Life and death, and she cried so sadly when she heard the news of Duanmu Yun's death, no! She, Liu Zhili, is mine, her person is mine, and her heart is mine too!

In Long Yuhan's rage, her shoulders were suddenly pressed hard by a pair of big hands. His hands gently touched her chest twice, and his hot lips covered her delicate lips, and his tongue was on her lips.

Her mouth was wrapped around him, as if he wanted to rob her of everything.

Liu Zhili's face was full of unwillingness, and his small face was wrinkled tightly. Sweat dripped down her shoulders, and his hands couldn't help trembling. Suddenly, he grabbed her clothes and pushed them to both sides.

With a pull, her clothes were torn in half with a pop, and a large area of ​​snow-white girlish skin was exposed before his eyes.

He threw her clothes aside, hugged her tightly with both hands, and moved his mouth restlessly on her body, leaving no trace from top to bottom. She moaned in pain, and the tears in the corners of her eyes became more raging.
Chapter completed!