Chapter 47

Song Ling pursed her lips tightly, did she love her?

Shen Zhao looked at her silent expression, and suddenly smiled. There was helplessness and exhaustion in the smile, and he murmured slowly, "Is it a skin look, or what?" She thought it was funny, "A person like you would also like my skin look. ."

She is not pretty, at best she is pretty.

Compared with Song Ling herself, there is probably no one in this world who can call herself a beauty in front of her.

She didn't understand that such a person would actually fall in love with someone she didn't know.

She didn't expect that the plot that only appeared in dog blood novels, suddenly one day, it happened to herself.

Song Ling didn't speak, and his expression became silent.

She personally led the absurdity of this scene, but she couldn't let anyone know.

I don't know when, the relationship has already changed.

Song Ling changed from active to passive.

Shen Zhao deliberately approached her, put one hand on her seat, facing her face, only half a finger away, she lightly blinked her lower eyelashes, deliberately seduced her, raised her eyes and fixed her eyes, after a while , She felt the breathing of the person in front of her was slightly heavy, and she suddenly slammed the head and said: "You are actually just a superficial person, what qualifications do you have to talk about others, how do you understand the difficulties and struggles of others?"

Song Ling condensed her lips, which were half stunned in the air, listening to her mocking words, all her lust and heartbeat stopped abruptly at this moment.

She was tricked.

Song Ling raised his hand and pressed the back of her head, forcing her to face him. She kissed her lips fiercely, biting her with her lips and teeth, and suddenly stopped until she tasted the saltiness in her mouth.

She held her face with both hands, pressed against her forehead, and said softly, with a helpless voice in her voice, "Do you really hate me so much?"

Shen Zhao was forced to meet her eyes, and was suddenly stunned for a moment.

Does she hate her?

If it had been a few months ago, she would have said yes without hesitation.

This moment obviously should be, but for some reason, she pursed her lips tightly, and suddenly she couldn't say a word.

She rushed over from Tingcheng despite the heavy snow, and she didn't know how many places she had found, but there was no way to contact her, but she found her in a dark and uninhabited park.

Snowflakes were flying, she watched the moment Song Ling rushed over, she admitted that she was moved at that moment.

But what is such a heartbeat?

Is it a betrayal?

In this forced relationship, she will actually have a momentary heartbeat.

That was the only self-esteem she should uphold as a person, but at that moment, a crack appeared.

Song Ling stared at the person in front of her and didn't wait for her answer, but that expression had already told her the answer.

She let go of her, the down jacket on her body had already slipped to the ground during the struggle, she suddenly raised her hand to start the car, reversed back, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out in an instant.

Shen Zhao was hit on the back chair, and she shouted in fright, "Song Ling, what are you doing?! Stop!"

It snowed heavily all night, and the road had already formed thin ice, and Shen Zhao could even feel the car slipping.

Song Ling stepped on the accelerator to the end and said in a deep voice, "Don't you want to die, I'll make it happen for you!"

"Song Ling, you lunatic, please stop!" Shen Zhao's face was full of horror, looking at the person beside him who suddenly turned into anger.

The car was elevated, she drove the car very fast, Shen Zhao tightly grabbed the handle of the roof, daring not to provoke her again, and didn't say a word.

Ten minutes later, the car got off the elevated road, and the speed of the car came down quickly. The road was slippery and the car couldn't stop at all. There was a red light in front, but Song Ling didn't want to brake at all. She rushed over and ran a red light. lamp.

Shen Zhao turned to look at Song Ling in disbelief, her heart rate soared, she tried to stabilize her emotions, and said softly, "Song Ling... Let's stop first, stop, okay?"

Because of the weight and inertia, Song Ling did not continue to step on the accelerator, and the speed of the car gradually slowed down, but a thin layer of ice had already formed on the ground, and the tires and the ice surface slipped, so the brakes could not be easily stepped on.

The car has arrived in the urban area, bypassing Yuetang Street is the villa area.

Turning into the villa area, Song Ling slammed on the brakes, the car could not stop due to inertia, and slammed into the wall outside the courtyard outside the door, making a bang.

Shen Zhao was curled up, feeling the seat belt on his body tightly restraining his chest, the whole person fell forward, was pulled back, and was used to sitting upright on the seat.

The car finally stopped, Shen Zhao sat there, staring at the front with a blank expression, the whole person was frightened, and he did not return to his senses for a long time.

Song Ling unfastened the seat belt on her body, pulled the car door to the other side, and pulled the person out. Shen Zhao was frightened, her eyes were full of fear, she looked up at Song Ling tremblingly, "You...you What are you going to do?"

Song Ling's face was ugly, and the anger in his eyes accumulated to the extreme. She didn't speak, and dragged the person out with one hand. Shen Zhao grabbed the car door and held it tightly.

"Song Ling, I... I didn't hate you, I didn't..."

Shen Zhao knew that she had just angered Song Ling.

Song Ling looked at her with dark eyes. At such a moment, she would still say these words, but whether it was the truth or the lie was no longer meaningful.

This time, Song Ling was no longer soft-hearted.

It was because she indulged Shen Zhao too much that she called a stand-in to mock her and humiliate her. She was clearly the one who controlled everything.

Song Ling grabbed her wrist with one hand and put the other hand on the door of the car, stared at her sharply, and said coldly, "Let go."

Shen Zhao clasped the door tightly with his fingers and didn't move.

Song Ling frowned, and the hand holding the car door suddenly slammed the car door shut. Seeing that he was about to pinch his fingers, Shen Zhao retracted his hand in a panic, and Song Ling pulled the person directly into the house.

Opening the door, the down jacket was thrown on the carpet. Song Ling pulled the person upstairs to the room, got used to it heavily on the bed, then leaned over and pressed her on, reaching out to take off her clothes.

Shen Zhao was so frightened that she struggled to push her away. She stared at her eyes, her teeth chattering nervously, and she shivered, "Song Ling, you are raping."

Song Ling stopped what she was doing and was stunned for a moment when she heard her words. After a while, she suddenly laughed.

She put one hand on her side, pinched her chin with the other hand, and mocked: "Shen Zhao, you look down on yourself too much."

Shen Zhao glanced at the corner of her mocking lips, and she stared into her eyes. In those eyes, she saw herself who was losing all her dignity at the moment.

Everything is showing that all the temptation tonight is just a joke.

At this moment, the last resort she could think of was to escape.

But before she could struggle, the whole person was imprisoned by Song Ling.

Her knees were in an embarrassing position, preventing her waist from moving. His breathing also became rapid, and Shen Zhao suddenly became frightened.

Song Ling grabbed her hands with one hand and pressed them above her head, forcing her.

She leaned over to kiss her, her mouth curled slightly, as if she was angry, and she smiled back: "Pixian, what about Pixian? You have no room for rejection."

Her kiss fell, covering her overwhelmingly, Shen Zhao tilted her head to avoid her touch. His heart was beating, even Song Ling could feel it.

Song Ling was stunned, and his heart was sour. She lowered her head and held her earlobe, biting it carefully.

With the meaning of punishment.

Shen Zhao's body reacted instinctively. Although she was embarrassed, she had to admit that Song Ling knew all about her body's sensitivities.

She couldn't restrain the trembling all over her body, her body was familiar, even if she didn't want to admit it, her body was out of her control, and she admitted Song Ling one step before her heart.

Song Ling's body was cold, with a sticky wetness.

I don't know how long it took, the wetness turned into sweat, and the cold became hot.

Song Ling's arms were sore, and she slumped on her body. The pleasure made the cold war disappear for a short time. Under the fingertips was the soft skin, which had a smooth touch that was unmatched by any kind of precious silk.

Shen Zhao was lying there, with a crimson ruddy above his neck and chest. Shortness of breath, with plump ups and downs. Song Ling buried her head in the crevice of her neck, and kissed her gently with her lips, with a tenderness and caution that even she herself had not noticed.

"Say you love me." Song Ling closed his eyes, his voice was hoarse that belonged to the queen of lust.

Shen Zhao was so tired that she couldn't lift her eyelids. She was so tired that she had no strength. She practiced for two days in a row. In addition, she was on a business trip today, and now she was tortured to death by Song Ling. Her body was already overdrawn.

Shen Zhao didn't answer her words, but Song Ling refused to forgive her. With her hands down, she walked through the jungle, holding her with a threat, and threatened again: "Say you love me."

Shen Zhao raised her head, revealing her delicate collarbone, and couldn't stand her provocation. Above the collarbone, there is fine sweat, and under the reflection of the light, sparkling waves are emitted.

"Azhao, you also like it, don't you?" Song Ling opened her cloudy eyes and stared at the people below.

The body cannot deceive people, she can feel that she is happy.

Shen Zhao was out of breath, and slowly turned his head to look at her, obviously with hatred, but exhausted the hatred, and even his eyes looked powerless.

She said slowly, "Song Ling, you are not human, you are a beast, you are a pervert..."

Song Ling pursed her lips, squeezed her fingers, and followed her words with a smile: "Yeah, I'm a beast and a pervert, so say you love me, okay? Ah Zhao... Ah Zhao, Ah Zhao..."

With the ups and downs, she shouted to her, there was a huge deep hole in her heart, as if it couldn't be filled.

Shen Zhao couldn't stand her ordeal, and with shortness of breath, he responded to her in a hurry: "I love you, I love you..."

"Say more."

"I love you."

"Love who?"

"Love Song Ling..."

"Connect and say it again." Song Ling tempted her over and over again. This was the love she got like a beggar, but it was cheaper than the most fake thing in the world.

"I love you, Song Ling, I love you, I love you..."

She never thought that she would be so humble, she was only willing to listen to her saying "I love you" over and over again on Shen Zhao.

Song Ling lowered his head and stared at Shen Zhao at this moment, as if possessed by a demon.

She finally understood that she had fallen.

She was willing to be disadvantaged and was dominated by Shen Zhao.

The fingers stretched out and pinched her chin, with a wetness that belonged to her.

Song Ling kissed her lips, the lips were already red and swollen, but the taste belonged to each other.

"Azhao, have you been with Rui Sier?" Song Ling stared at her wet eyes and wet her lips, suddenly asked vaguely.

Hearing her words, Shen Zhao suddenly froze, and his consciousness became sober at this moment.

She wondered where she had heard such words, as if in a dream, or when Song Ling had asked her about it.

Shen Zhao stared into her eyes, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Her eyes were dodging, but Song Ling was unwilling to let go of her expression, as if she could see through the anxiety in her heart, she suddenly curled her lips into a chuckle and sneered: "Risier probably really doesn't love you, she loves her. Love herself, love everything she has, and it's more than you."

The love that used to be holy and holy is now being ruthlessly criticized and rejected.

Shen Zhao was angry and said deliberately, "Of course we did, she is much gentler than you."

Shen Zhao wouldn't lie, that unnatural expression could be seen through at a glance by someone who was a little closer, not to mention Song Ling, who was in love with her at the moment.

Song Ling laughed, she stretched out her hand to lift the sticky hair from her forehead and put it behind her ear, she leaned there and said softly beside her ear, "But you don't like gentle ones, do you? "

Shen Zhao was dismantled, blushing into anger, clenching her fists and about to hit her, Song Ling quickly grabbed her wrist, the corners of her mouth couldn't restrain herself from rising, and said, "You lied."

She kissed her finger and kept saying, "You lied, Ah Zhao, you lied."