Xin Yue looked at the light purple hourglass slowly flowing under the moonlight, and thought it was the time when he said "I won't go" to the outside with lazy eyes, then covered himself with a blanket and continued to sleep under the sea water, completely ignoring how the people outside called.

"What? She is not coming?" Chu Zhiling put down his wine glass and said to his subordinates expressionlessly, "Take the key to her room."

Before going to bed, she looked at the light purple hourglass and filled Xin Yue's dream with purple air. The magnificent and stunning color made her naturally think of the young man who was walking on the evening of the evening, suitable for men and women, and was a peerless young man. The connection point of memory was like a swimming fish. It was the slandering words that were still too obvious even though the sound of the sea water was covered up - "You kill him, he was born from a Japanese woman, you kill him!"

The figures of relatives appeared in the dream, including Xin Yue's brothers and sisters and other relatives who can be considered close relatives. In the dream, I was still at the age of five or six, stumbled and refused to stop, trying to run towards them, but only gave them a clear and cold sarcasm: "Go away, the Japanese slutty slutty genius!"

Those people never feared attacking her with the most vicious words or actions, just because her mother was Japanese. Even though she was deeply in love with her father, she finally couldn't get anyone's understanding because of the fact that she was her father's lover. Her mother's identity as an alien person raised this contempt to a more intense level.

There are countless lovers in the father's father, and three are legal wives at the end, including her mother.

It was a very sensational event that was a wealthy family that was both black and white and married three wives even more than 20 years ago. However, Xin Yue, who was still young, could not live in this big family with great glory and glory.

As her father became increasingly tired of her mother and her early death, Xin Yue struggled in such a traditional family that was rich but frustrated with Japan and was still a child. She was beaten, scolded, and despised by others. Her childhood was traversed by such unfair criticism.

The memories that penetrated deep into the bone marrow replayed in my mind again, like the sea water under the night wind, and wave after wave, unwilling to stop.

Xin Yue was immersed in her dreams and had difficulty awakening. Those memories were her fatal holes, her nightmare that she could not escape. Her thoughts and the unhurried rhythm of life that had lasted for months made her lose her keenness and vigilance in her daily naval life. At this time, she grabbed the quilt, frowned and bit her lip, but did not notice the Yingting man standing by the bed, who was a little drunk after drinking.

It was originally an irreversible memory in the depths of my mind, but was ruthlessly awakened in my dream. She remembered that a long time ago, when she was **-year-old, she was deceived into the ice bank by her half-brother. If it weren't for the day when her mother died, her father, who had a lot of children, had thought of her existence in a flash, she wouldn't have been discovered, and when she was rescued, she was so stiff that she was almost dead.

Please, don't treat me like this, what did I do wrong? The pleas in reality were severely suppressed by her. She had been weak for a few times and was no longer allowed to humble herself. She looked at these humiliations with an angry look. She remembered the humiliation she had suffered. The humiliating requests that wag their tails beg for mercy only flashed in her heart and were no longer traced.

However, this is at night, in dreams, when a person is most vulnerable, when a wandering person misses his hometown the most. All the disguise is removed, leaving only the most primitive panic and begging-"Please, don't treat me like this, what did I do wrong."

There was no tears, but the whisper in the dream was filled with crying, and the faint and lazy sound became sharp and thin, like a drizzle turned into a needle, sweeping through the gaps on the deck, light and pure.

Please, in the dark night, your words turn into a pair of cat claws, gently twitching the man's heart.

Chu Zhiling looked her slightly lowered her head, with her small face, her moon-collar eyebrows, her cinnabar tear mole, her light pink diamond lips, her soft appearance and soft call. The usual coldness dissipated under the moonlight, and she was so touching that I felt pity.

Although the man drank, he, who had always been very self-control, did not sit still in front of this beauty. After suppressing the distractedness aroused by drinking, Chu Zhiling stretched out his boots and kicked Xin Yue's sleeping carved nanmu bed railing.

Xin Yue fell into an extremely panicked nightmare again. The dream was the scene of what happened during her nineteen-year-old assisting the world navy to capture pirates in the Seto Inland Sea. The turmoil at the junction of the plates triggered an earthquake and tsunami. In the telescope's vision, she looked at the ground in the distance, which opened a huge and narrow crack because it could not resist the vibration. It swallowed the people of the house into the belly of the bottomless pit like a huge and ugly mouth. The cars surging in the sea like toys, and the ship she was on was also enslaved by the devastating tsunami as prisoners. The white ship was like a dying seagull rolling from the air, shaking violently under the whipping of the angry waves of the male waves.

After not awake for a long time, Chu Zhiling frowned faintly and kicked hard towards the bed railing, and the bed shook vigorously.

In the dream, the hull was shaking. It was violent and rapid, and the sea water emitted a suffocating fishy smell.

Xin Yue closed his eyes, his delicate and slender eyebrows frowned, like a tightened jade-faced folding fan. Her small hands tightly grasped the quilt on her chest, her snow-white teeth were deeply embedded in her lips, and her pointed little face became paler because of panic.

Such a pitiful look made Chu Zhiling's eyes pause, but in the blink of an eye he looked like a ok again. Seeing Xin Yue holding the quilt and his slender and clean fingers turned pale, he reached his hand to the quilt in front of Xin Yue with an expressionless face, and then suddenly tugged, and the girl's hand was instantly empty.

The mast that I was holding in my dream suddenly disappeared.

And what happened with Xin Yue's light gasp sounded was the man's deliberate breathing sound.

The girl on the bed was wearing a white gauze that was not very thin. The belt was loosely rolled up by nightmare and slipped loosely. The pink bellyband inside was uncontrollably sliding under Chu Zhiling's vigorous pulling of the quilt. Her plump breasts were half hidden under the thin fabric and half exposed to the air. She was as white as jade, and the light pink color of the bellyband was reflected, like a tempting bud.

The soft jade is fragrant, and the bed curtain is slightly shaking.
Chapter completed!