There were whip marks on Song Xi's face and body.

The whip marks were so deep that they almost opened her flesh, like long and curved earthworms crawling all over her body, which was extremely terrifying.

The wound became inflamed, causing a high fever.

Song Xi was originally in a coma, but after being pulled by Song Dongsheng, she opened her eyes in a daze and murmured: "Father..."

Song Dongsheng snorted coldly, with a look of disgust in his eyes, and threw her back like a rag doll.

"Don't call me father, I don't have a daughter as capable as you!"

Song Xi was only wearing a light gauze, and when he pulled it, the clothes hung loosely, and her whole body was exposed. She lay there pale and weak, looking pitiful, no matter how hard-hearted Song Dongsheng was.

, it was inevitable to look at her a few more times.

It's not because she feels distressed, but because Song Xi is so tempting.

Su Damei closed the door, and while covering her daughter's clothes, she gave Song Xi a warning look.

Song Xi's breath was like a gossamer, and the breath he exhaled had a scalding feeling.

After all, she is a mother. Seeing her daughter being hurt like this, it would be a lie to say that she doesn't feel distressed.

Su Damei dressed Song Xi and then turned back to coax the man.

"You, you haven't been here for such a long time, and you start a fight when you come. This is a pure place in Buddhism, so don't be so irritable."

Su Damei poured a cup of tea for Song Dongsheng, asked him to sit down on a wicker chair nearby, and then sat in his arms, letting him calm down.

Holding the gentle woman in his arms and drinking tea, Song Dongsheng's raging anger finally subsided.

It's true that he hasn't been here for a long time. Recently, there is a new person beside him. He is very young, delicate and soft, and holds most of his heart. He still remembers his old lover from the nunnery, but Su Damei followed her after all.

He has been more or less affectionate for many years. The young woman has the charm of a young woman, but she is always a bit older, but she knows how to love others, is gentle and sensible, and she never needs him to coax him. Every time she comes here, he will be seduced by her.

arrive.

Ignoring that Song Xi was still lying on the bed, Song Dongsheng couldn't help but move his hands up and down while holding Su Damei, and squeezed her hard several times, causing Su Damei to make a sound like a cat meowing from her mouth.

Song Dongsheng became more and more interested, lifted up her Taoist robe, and his eyes flashed.

"Little bastard, he's still wearing black silk underneath."

Su Damei smiled coquettishly, "I am your woman. Whatever you like, I will naturally wear whatever you like."

Song Dongsheng likes the feeling of being regarded as a god by a woman, as if he is her god and he is the only one in her world.

He was so pleased that he began to play with the person in his arms, seemingly forgetting all about the purpose of his visit.

Song Xi was lying on the bed, watching her father and mother shout loudly. The two people were immersed in happiness and completely forgot about the existence of her daughter. In fact, they never cared about her, ever since they were little.

,Always been this way.

She listened to the sound of wooden fish coming in from the window, and listened to the muffled sounds in her ears, and she felt that the world was extremely funny.

Who would have thought that what was done in the nunnery was all debauchery and immorality?

And she grew up in such an environment.

The time was not very long.

It was over in about twenty minutes.

Song Dongsheng had reached middle age. He had been immersed in this luxurious life all year round, and his physical strength was no longer what it used to be. Song Xi knew that he wanted to have another son, and he also raised many young and beautiful lovers.
Chapter completed!