Qianqian didn't resist, there was a trace of distress in her calm eyes, looking straight at his cold eyes, only to see Yan Zhengxi's eyebrows tightly locked, and her lips were pursed into an arc that was about to break, wanting to destroy her calm and waveless expression.

So he lowered his head, and covered her red lips with thin lips, and violently pried open her teeth, and swept her lips and tongue in a stormy manner, and then began to tear her clothes violently, just as that night.

His roughness and ferocity suddenly frightened Qianqian, and she closed her eyes tightly and clearly felt her heart beating wildly like a storm, and she suppressed the strong fear with a slight gasp, and endured the rough behavior he brought her, the sound of her clothes being torn and his ravages made her feel as if she had returned to that night, and her whole body was shaking like a fallen leaf.

Those fragments kept echoing in her mind, so that she could no longer suppress it, desperately screaming out, desperately struggling, twisting her body, trying to break free from his grip, but was met with more fierce methods by him.

He left her lips, pressed his head to her neck socket, and began to bite her neck and shoulders with his mouth, blood-red tooth marks slowly formed, and the strange fishy smell wafted in the air, filling the snorts of the two.

Tears finally fell, and sobs followed, choking and teeth clashing into his ears to form a frightened music, as if hearing her humble plea for mercy, he stopped all movements, let her go and straightened up.

He threw the torn cloth in his hand in her face, and roared coldly: "What I want is what you want, afraid of my eyes, afraid of my roughness, afraid of everything about me." ”

Qianqian tore off the cloth, stared at him with teary eyes, and slowly stopped crying, his appearance at this time made her feel extremely frightened and scared, her eyes were full of unwillingness and helplessness, and she bit her lip and said: "I am indeed very afraid of you, and even hate the injuries you brought me, but Xiaoluo's injuries are ten times that of mine, I ......"

"It's good that you know, now I don't want to see you, get out of my ......" He turned around and breathed his breath vigorously, afraid that he would be angry and choke her neck, and he didn't want to see her body trembling like the autumn wind again, which actually made him feel a little distressed and unbearable.

believes that this ridiculous love will definitely bring him more sequelae......

Qianqian struggled to prop up her still trembling body, seeing that the clothes on her body had been torn by him, and her chest was even more full of spring, she grabbed the tattered clothes on her chest with her hands, stiffened and walked out of his room quickly, standing in the living room, she hesitated.

looked down at her embarrassment, her face was embarrassed, and her brows were even tighter, like twists, so she couldn't get out of this door at all!

"Just send a set of women's clothes, right now. He patiently finished speaking, and when he hung up, he threw the phone onto the big bed, slammed the door shut, and refused to see her unbearable appearance again.

Qianqian listened to the angry closing of the door, not knowing whether to be happy or sad, she thought that she could bear any of his revenge and resolve the resentment in his heart, but was it really possible?

Wouldn't she be hurt? Why was this happening? Why did fate play such a big joke on her that she couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

With a few wry smiles, she suddenly touched the wound on her neck and shoulder, she walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, the tooth marks on it clearly seemed to burn her sins, and the dazzling blood stains reminded her that the existence of that cruel fact also announced her purgatory-like life.

Her hand gently touched the wound, the blood stained her fingers, she stared blankly at the blood on her fingertips, and finally closed her eyes in pain, clenched her hands tightly, and suppressed the great pain in her heart.