Chapter 62 Master’s wife accepts her fate

He was no stranger to this place. This was already his second time here. The first time he was forcibly interrupted made him very regretful and couldn't let go for a long time.

Right now, no one can stop him.

Then, the cloth was finally torn away with brute force, and Suru felt that there was no cover anymore, and there was a hint of coldness in the night wind that blew slightly into the window.

Everything was presented in front of Lu Hao in the most straightforward way. Suru's fair skin was flushed, and her delicate and flawless face was filled with shyness, but more importantly, it was filled with huge anger.

"This disciple is really a bully. He is just teasing, but he insists on choosing such a humiliating method." Suru felt powerless in her heart.

The huge outline that Lu Hao saw was not an ordinary circle. It was estimated that a chair could only be put down if it was squeezed completely.

The peach that is so ripe that it is about to drip out is just a glimpse from deep, as if it has huge magic power that can attract all the hearts.

Lu Hao's eyes shifted almost uncontrollably, the blood in his body continued to surge, and the nosebleed unexpectedly spurted out again.

"No matter what kind of blood you get today, you can't stop yourself."

Lu Hao wiped the nosebleed clean and devoted himself to his unfinished business.

The cold light in Su Rumei's eyes was very cold. If eyes could kill, Lu Hao would have died hundreds of times.

Seeing that the usually dignified, elegant and graceful lady of the house was now lying helplessly on the bed, Lu Hao felt a sense of heroism in his heart.

The identity gap between the two is very big. Suru's identity in the Yuntian Sect is the one that all the disciples can only look up to, and has received applause and praise from countless people.

As for himself, he was just the humblest servant disciple, inconspicuous, and could even be killed at will.

Only in recent years, due to his constant begging and kowtowing, did he manage to become an ordinary disciple of Yuntian Sect.

He still remembered how he begged Fu Lingxiao to accept him as his disciple, and how disgusted he looked at him.

Therefore, if Lu Hao and Suru were not kidnapped, it can be said that they are two parallel lines in this world, and they will never intersect.

If Suru didn't come to take revenge on him later, nothing would happen next.

The two of them, one of whom was a master and the other a disciple, as well as the age gap and various special taboos, made Lu Hao's breathing a little heavier, and the idea of ​​conquering this beautiful woman became more and more intense in his heart.

He was very much looking forward to seeing how charming the other party would be if it started later.

The defense of his lower body had been completely lifted, and Lu Hao began to walk along his back, which was as smooth as white jade. The smooth feeling felt like stroking milk.

Finally he began to climb the peak, and at every moment he exclaimed: "This is so big!"

Sure enough, it has the world in mind, is magnificent, and is like an epic-level existence.

It seemed to be frightened, shaking constantly and bouncing in the air in thrilling arcs.

Lu Hao felt that his hands were completely insufficient, so he had better do it bit by bit first.

He had said before that he wanted to appreciate the most perfect side of Suru in the darkness. At that time, he was kidnapped. Now he wants to see that the darkest side is hidden under the perfection.

Being put in such a shameful posture, Suru was ashamed to death, "I don't know where this kid got such a famous name."

From this special angle, Suru could just see another side of herself.

"What is he going to do? Want me to see what he does to cause trouble?" Suru felt dizzy. The biggest mistake in her life was that she shouldn't have let this bastard get started. Now it's too late to regret it.

There are no more secrets between the two of them, and both sides can clearly see each other.

He was no longer satisfied and wanted to change the shape of the snow in his hands.