大洋风雨起澳新上

"You asked for it," he whispered. He stuck out his thumb and rubbed her petal-like lips, pressing harshly on the place where her lips had been bitten. She snorted sorely in her sleep, a drop of a tear falling from her eyes. The car sped along the bustling city and passed by a hospital. Chu Chen slowed down the speed. "Boss, do you want to bring Xia Ling to the doctor?" Although he had only caught a glimpse, he could see that the woman in Pei Ziheng's embrace was in a terrible condition. Her face was deathly pale and drained of blood, like a rag doll that had been torn. "Busybody," Pei Ziheng said. Chu Chen did not speak anymore. He continued to drive forward and the car fell into a dead silence. Suddenly, he heard Pei Ziheng ask, "What else did you ask?"