Chapter 811
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She couldn't help but cry out.
Her voice was soft and sweet, as if she was crying and complaining.
In this unfamiliar place, Lu Man couldn't let go and covered her mouth with her hand.
But Han Zhuoli grabbed her wrist and pulled it away.
"It doesn't matter how loud you are. This place is much bigger than the villa. Even if you scream yourself hoarse, your voice won't travel out," Han Zhuoli whispered into her ear.
Lu Man: "…"
Although Han Zhuoli had given this place to her, it was still a foreign place to her and she wasn't used to it.
In this unfamiliar place, she couldn't let go!
But in the end, Lu Man didn't have to worry about whether she could let go or not.
Han Zhuoli made her forget where she was, and her voice was completely involuntary.
The more he listened to her voice, the more sweet and seductive it became. Her voice was accompanied by bells, and it was even more seductive than a siren's song. Han Zhuoli became more and more aroused.
Her voice was more effective than any medicine, and it made Han Zhuoli feel as if his entire body was filled with inexhaustible energy.
Watching her competition from the judges' seats today, it was as if she was born to be on the stage.
As long as she stood on the stage, she would attract everyone's attention and attract everyone's attention.
He looked at her, so far away yet so close.
She was too charming when she performed.
He still couldn't forget how she was chased by the lights on the stage, and all the light was on her. She was so elegant.
But now, this little girl, who made her enemies gnash their teeth in hatred and shone brightly, was in his arms.
Han Zhuoli suddenly realized that he also had a sense of vanity.
Because he was born in the Han family, he had never experienced the feeling of lacking anything.
It had always been others who envied him.
He didn't need to compare himself with others, because no one could compare to him.
So perhaps he had some vanity when he was young.
But he had long since become numb to it.
As he grew older, Han Zhuoli thought that he would no longer have such a childish and laughable thing as vanity.
In the end, he had it again with Lu Man.
Han Zhuoli hugged Lu Man tightly. He didn't mind having more of this vanity.
***
After Lu Man was finally let off by Han Zhuoli, her last thought before she died was that tomorrow morning, her skeleton would definitely scatter again.
When she woke up the next day, she found that not only were her bones broken, even her throat was hoarse and she couldn't make a sound.
Just as he was about to make a sound, his throat became extremely dry and painful.
Fortunately, there was no class today. Otherwise, how could he go to school like this?
Han Zhuoli hadn't woken up yet. He held her in his arms. His long arms and legs wrapped around her as if he was tying her up.
Lu Man's entire body was in discomfort, so he moved slightly.
Han Zhuoli was lazy and didn't want to wake up. He locked her in his arms and pressed her against his chest. He buried his face in her neck and sniffed a few times. "Don't move. Sleep a little longer."
Lu Man was so angry that she wanted to push him away. It was all because of this man. Otherwise, she wouldn't be in such pain right now!
Last night, he did it more than once.
She had lost count of how many times it had happened.
In the end, she was already in a daze and wasn't fully awake.
She felt like she was on a boat at times, riding a horse at other times, floating on clouds at other times.
She couldn't tell which times were which.
In the end, she really couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't hold on any longer and whined for him to stop.
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