Highly recommend these three books! ! ! They all have a lot of colors and are very exciting 🔥 The male protagonists are all sultry, paranoid and domineering towards the female protagonist, and they all have age differences. The male protagonists are all horny, and the details are described in great detail [licking the screen] Those who can't sleep in the middle of the night, come on!
Little yellow flowers, just take a look and say nothing. The male ghost and the little sun are a perfect match and cannot be refuted! ! In the later stage, it turned into a rocket at high speed!
"Remember, I will only hurt you if I like you." "Kneel down." Song Wen sat back on the leather sofa, folding his hands on his chest, crossing his legs, and glanced at the young man standing in the center of the living room casually. She specially changed into a newly bought black leather skirt today. The skirt was so short that it barely covered anything. Her slender legs were folded together, and a precarious high-heeled shoe hung on her toes. The light from the crystal chandelier shone on her carefully styled hair, reflecting an icy sheen. She had just had her nails done, and they were bright red like coagulated blood. That is the male protagonist in this restricted novel, Song Qinian. Seventeen years old, two years younger than her, but already more than half a head taller than her. He was wearing a school uniform that had been washed white, and the loose clothes covered his thin body, making him look empty. His hair was a little longer, and his bangs hung down, covering his eyes that were always downcast. Song Qinian didn't move, just stood there, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his school uniform. "I said, kneel down." Song Wenying's voice rose an octave, and her high heels slipped off her toes and hit the marble floor with a crisp sound. Song Qinian's shoulders shook almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his composure. He slowly bent his knees and knelt on the cold floor. The moment his knees touched the ground, Song Wenying saw his brows furrowed with satisfaction—last week she punished him by kneeling down to break the glass, and the wound must not have fully healed yet. [Blackening value 70%, no change. ] The cold voice of the system sounded in my mind. Song Wenying bit her back teeth. It's been a year, a whole year, no matter how much she tortured Song Qinian, this damn value just wouldn't move. She tried all the methods - starving him for three days, locking him in the closet all night, burning his arms with cigarette butts... But the blackening value was like being nailed to death, motionless. "How was your day at school?" Song Wenying put on a sweet voice, got up from the sofa, and walked barefoot to Song Qinian. Her toes were painted the same red as her fingers, which stood out against the white marble floor. Song Qinian lowered his head, and his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "It's... Not bad." "Not bad?" Song Wenying sneered, suddenly reached out and grabbed his hair, forcing him to raise his head, "I heard that you got full marks in the math test today?" Song Qinian's eyes finally appeared. They were a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, the ends of the eyes were slightly raised, and the pupils were so dark that they seemed to be able to suck people in. At this moment, those eyes were full of fear, but there seemed to be something hidden in the depths that Song Wenying couldn't understand. "I... I didn't mean to..." Song Qinian's voice was trembling. Song Wenying let go of his hair and scratched his cheek with her nails: "Didn't you mean to do so well in the exam? Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose? Do you know what dad said to me after seeing your transcript? 'Look at Qinian, then look at you.'" Her nails left a red mark on Song Qinian's face. The boy winced in pain, but did not move away. "I'm sorry..." Song Qinian whispered. Song Wenying suddenly felt boring. In the past, Song Qinian would still cry, beg for mercy, and tremble like a puppy soaked in the rain. Now he was just bearing it calmly, even his fear seemed to be fake. "Take off your clothes," she ordered. Song Qinian raised his head suddenly, with a flash of astonishment in his eyes: "Sister... Sister..." "What? Not willing?" Song Wenying raised her lips, "Or is there something on you that I can't see?" Song Qinian's fingers were frozen on the buttons of his school uniform, and he made no move. Song Wenying's patience ran out and she directly tore off his school uniform. Several buttons flew off, bouncing on the ground and rolling away. Underneath the school uniform was a white vest that had been washed out of shape. Song Wenying tore it off, exposing Song Qinian's pale upper body to the air. She gasped - the boy's thin chest was covered with purple bruises, some of which had turned yellow, obviously old injuries; and the most eye-catching thing was a few fresh cuts on his left wrist that had not yet scabbed. "What is this?" Song Wenying grabbed his wrist and her voice suddenly became sharp. Song Qinian tried to pull his hand away, but Song Wenying's nails had already dug into his flesh. Blood seeped from the edges of the cut and stained her fingernails. "Answer me!" Song Wenying shouted sharply. Song Qinian suddenly laughed. It was a very light smile, but it made Song Wenying feel a chill down his back. "Didn't my sister always want me to suffer?" His voice was as soft as a lover's whisper, "I just... Helped my sister fulfill her wish." Song Wenying let go of his hand and took a step back. Something is wrong. Song Qinian's eyes changed. It was no longer the kind of cowering fear, but... But some kind of calmness that she couldn't understand. Warn! Abnormal mood swings detected! The system suddenly sounded a piercing alarm sound in the mind, The target's blackening value fluctuates abnormally! 70%...75%...80%... The value is unstable, please pay attention to the host! ] Song Wenying's heartbeat accelerated. For the first time in a year, the blackening value actually moved! But why at this time? She has obviously not started today's "course" yet... "Sister, are you scared?" Song Qinian was still kneeling on the ground, but slightly raised his head to look at her. This angle made him no longer look like a weakling who was being exploited, but instead gave him a strange sense of oppression. "Afraid that I... Will die?" "Shut up!" Song Wenying slapped him in the face. Song Qinian's face was slapped to one side, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. But he quickly turned back, licking away the blood with his tongue, and staring straight at her. "Does sister's hand hurt?" He asked softly. Song Wenying felt a chill. She grabbed the glass on the coffee table and threw it at Song Qinian. The glass shattered on his forehead and blood immediately flowed down his temple. "Go to the bathroom!" She screamed, "wash yourself clean! I don't want to see blood staining the floor!" Song Qinian stood up slowly, blood already flowing to his chin. He didn't wipe it, but took a deep look at Song Wenying, then turned and walked to the bathroom. Song Wenying stood there and suddenly realized that her hands were trembling. She looked down at her bloody nails, her stomach churning. This was the first time that she felt... Uncomfortable about punishing Song Qinian. There was a sound of water coming from the bathroom. Song Wenying took a deep breath and followed. The bathroom door was open, and heat poured out of it, blurring the glass. Song Qinian stood under the showerhead. The water diluted the blood on his face, but formed a light red vortex under his feet. He took off the rest of his clothes, his thin body looming in the steam. Song Wenying leaned against the door frame and suddenly noticed the scars on Song Qinian's back that she had never seen before - they were not caused by her. Some looked like marks from being beaten with a belt, while others were round burns, neatly arranged. "Where did those come from?" She asked, her voice softer unconsciously. Song Qinian turned off the water and turned around. The water droplets rolled down his pale skin, scratched the bruises on his chest, and finally disappeared into the towel around his waist. "It's not important." He said, the smile that made Song Wenying uneasy appeared again on his lips, "Compared to this... Sister, would you like to check if I'm clean?" He took a step forward, and Song Wenying subconsciously stepped back, hitting the door frame with her back. She suddenly realized that the positions of hunter and prey seemed to be... Reversed. Song Qinian reached out and touched her face, his wet fingers causing a shiver. "Sister is shaking." He whispered, "Are you cold? Or... Are you scared?" Song Wenying pushed him away violently: "Don't touch me!" Her voice was so sharp that it didn't sound like her own, "Kneel back! You're not allowed to have dinner tonight!" She ran away from the bathroom, her heart beating like thunder. Behind him, Song Qinian's laughter floated gently, like some kind of ominous prophecy. [The blackening value is 85% and continues to rise. ] The voice of the system sounded in my mind, [Congratulations to the host, the mission is about to be completed. Song Wenying fell down on the sofa in the living room, and for the first time he doubted what this so-called "task" meant.
The male protagonist of this book is a young master in trouble, who is very good at doting, has a brain for love, and does not change his original intention even after returning to a wealthy family. The external IQ is online. The heroine is reborn and knows what she wants. Both the male and female protagonists are talkative and will resolve any misunderstandings as soon as possible. The author has very upright views and it is a very warm book. Sooner or later it will catch fire. [Laughs][laughs]
Who can understand this kind of collapse - forget it when your husband brags about "training me to be submissive" somewhere, but when you go downstairs to see a handsome guy, you are collectively warned by male high-ranking men: "Your partner said you covet our beauty"? ! Lin Zhi stared at Jiang Songnian's arrogant remarks on the screen of his mobile phone, gritting his molar teeth. What "just give me a few more lessons"? What "won't give you a chance to be cuckold"? This bitch is on a business trip, so he still dares to publicly execute him online? Lin Zhi, who was so angry that he wanted to lift the table, rushed downstairs. The male high school students on the basketball court were pumping out their hormones - they originally wanted to rely on the handsome guy to heal their mood, but the two boys shrank back as soon as they got off the court. "Brother, your partner has said hello to us..." The tall boy's eyes dodge, "You said you covet our beauty." The short one quickly added: "We are straight! And you are married!" Lin Zhi's head buzzed, and he asked in a trembling voice: "He told you two?" "No, everyone in the room was notified." Seeing the tenors running away as if they were fleeing, Lin Zhi clutched his chest and returned home - OK, Jiang Songnian, you are cruel enough. At seven o'clock in the evening, the sound of keys came from the entrance. Lin Zhi blocked the door, his resentment turning into an ice pick: "You've gone too far!" Jiang Songnian paused as he took off his suit, lowered his eyes to Lin Zhi's hand that was touching his abdominal muscles dishonestly, and chuckled: "Oh? Have you touched enough?" Lin Zhi's hands froze, and before he could refute, he heard the other party throw a light sentence: "Going to find those high school students again? It seems that tonight... I have to teach you a lesson..."
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