Although Rong Yan also felt very uncomfortable, she could not pretend not to hear the two children's cries and continue to drink and be intimate with Liancheng Yazhi.
Rong Yan pushed his shoulder. alright, get up. I'll go and take a look.
Liancheng Yazhi held her down and did not move. The veins on his forehead were still popping, and beads of sweat rolled down his face. His eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth and said, " "Are you going to push me away like this?"
After she finished speaking, she moved fiercely. Rong Yan's body almost immediately tensed up, and her voice trembled. Yingluo, don't Yingluo. The child is crying, Yingluo.
let them cry, "Liancheng Yazhi said ruthlessly. they don't want their lives anyway.
Rong Yan couldn't. She couldn't bear to hear the children cry.
"Yingluo, don't! Yingluo, you're one of them! Where's our son, Yingluo?"
