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                                             蒋慕承又把她往怀里收紧,苏韵就拼了命的想挣脱,她两臂被架在他肩膀上,一点劲都使不上,于是干脆十指插.进他的发间,用力扯他的头发。                                                                                蒋慕承终于说话:“苏韵,怎么床上床下你都只会这招?”                                                                                苏韵气急,踮起脚尖对着他的脖子就狠狠咬了一口。                                                                                蒋慕承疼的下意识就抬手捂住被她咬过的地方,苏韵趁机逃脱,才刚转身,就被蒋慕承的长臂捞回。                                                                                苏韵本能的转回身去挥臂打他,结果用力过猛,啪的一下,反手一巴掌结结实实落在了他的脸上。                                                                                这一巴掌不仅把蒋慕承给打懵了,苏韵也傻掉。                                                                                看看自己火辣辣有点发烫的手背,再看看蒋慕承阴沉的脸,这回摊上大事了。                                                                                蒋慕承拂拂被打的右脸,很烫。                                                                                人生的第一个耳光,苏韵赏的。                                
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