Chapter 1140

It was a little troublesome to describe this to Leng Rou. There are many things that Ye Huan is accustomed to, such as Xifeng Tower, such as the Jianghu sect...... But for Leng Rou, it is no less than listening to a book from heaven.

Fortunately, Han Tingxiang often edifies Leng Rou, and as a psychiatrist, Leng Rou's IQ is above ordinary people. So, after a lot of talking, Leng Rou still understood.

Ye Huan didn't expect to find the answer from Leng Rou, there was no answer to this matter, it was nothing more than that Ye Huan sorted out his inner thoughts through narration.

After listening to Leng Rou, she already understood the ins and outs of the matter, and she asked: "Ye Huan, what kind of thing happened back then that made you hate Shen Chong to the core." ”

"This ......" Ye Huan smiled: "It was a long time ago, and it is not so important." ”

Leng Rou understood that if it was really not that important, Ye Huan would not still be obsessed with it today. As a psychiatrist, to a certain extent, it is equivalent to a spiritual thief, Leng Rou hopes to steal the secret in Ye Huan's mind.

"Ye Huan, you can tell me, you have to believe in my professionalism, about your secrets, I won't tell anyone, including Han Tingxiang. ”

Ye Huan smiled and patted Leng Rou's shoulder: "After so many years, even I forgot about myself, how can I tell you." ”

If a person wants to keep his secret, no one can ask about it, unless the person himself wants to say it. If you are an ordinary person, if you ask this, you will not ask. But Leng Rou is not an ordinary person, as a psychiatrist, she has a way that ordinary people don't have.

"Ye Huan, your mental pressure is too great, can I help you do a spiritual massage?"

"Spiritual massage ......" Ye Huan is a little unfamiliar with this term.

Leng Rou got up from the bed, lifted the quilt, and smoothed the somewhat messy vest with her hands, which brought a wave of turbulence.

Ye Huan's eyes straightened, he didn't expect Leng Rou's chest to be so material. He felt like he didn't need a massage anymore. After all, something can also relax the mind enough, and of course, the body will become very tired.

"The so-called spiritual massage is also hypnosis. You listen to me, don't resist, I can let you sleep well. ”

"Hypnosis...... Ye Huan didn't object to this, Leng Rou was right, Ye Huan was indeed too tired recently. A ******** beauty was resting in front of her, and Ye Huan didn't even think about anything else, which was enough to prove it.

Leng Rou untied her necklace, let Ye Huan sit down on the sand relaxedly, and told Ye Huan: "Don't resist, follow my words and relax......"

The pendant of the necklace shook in front of Ye Huan's eyes, Ye Huan's pupils unconsciously followed, and gradually, his thinking became quiet. Some chaotic thoughts flooded into his mind, but Ye Huan didn't touch them. Gradually, like a cup of tea that has just been poured into boiling water, after shaking and shaking, the tea leaves slowly calm down.

Ye Huan fell into a dream, not knowing where he was, and seemed to have returned to a hot summer. The crowd of people on the street was endless, and there were bursts of shouting.

I came to a school gate in a trance, my hands and feet became small, and at the school gate was a bunch of vendors, a girl with a ponytail, selling jujube rice cakes......

It's a taste of memory, it's been a long time since I've tasted it, but there's still a nerve that stores all the memories.

Ye Huan felt that he had forgotten, but in fact, he had not forgotten, it was still so clear.

Leng Rou saw that Ye Huan's mind had fallen into memories, and through verbal inquiry, Leng Rou also appeared in front of her eyes the secret she wanted to touch.

Sure enough, a man's heartbreak is always related to a girl.

"Are you still thinking about her, what would you say to her if she were still in front of you?"

In front of Ye Huan's eyes, the appearance of the little girl seemed to appear, still slim and elegant, with shyness and blush in her eyes, she wanted to speak and stopped, it seemed that she had a lot of things to say to Ye Huan, but she didn't say a word.

Ye Huan's indifferent heart became hot, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to take this girl into his arms and melt the other party with his hot heart.

Reaching out and grabbing a touch of warmth, Ye Huan pushed the other party in, and the scene in front of him seemed to change, as if he had come to a room with a large bed in the room.

Ye Huan pushed the other party down on the soft futon, white, and his fingers slid along the clothes, touching the warm skin.

It seems to be as apprehensive as wanting to touch a piece of jade, but it is as cruel as slaughtering a young beast.

Impatiently peeled off the restraints on the other party, exposing all his fierceness and ugliness.

The girl lay on the bed, her black cloak spread out like seaweed, her eyes watery, and her face leaking with pain and resistance.

But at this moment, it is not the time to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. The so-called gentleness is only the apprehension when a woman unfastens her first button, and any man, when he unzips himself, immediately turns into a beast.

What's more, many times, Ye Dashao is a beast in his own right. Perhaps, at the age of thirteen, he will not bear it, but now he will definitely not be like this.

The spear pierced the night, and after a thunderbolt, a trickling rain fell.

"Ah......h

The girl below her cried, and sorrow came out of her throat, a voice from the depths of her soul, enough to awaken all dreams.

Ye Huan woke up.

When his consciousness returned to reality, Ye Huan was stunned to realize that the girl under him was not the thirteen-year-old who never forgot it. She is real, clear, alive, and glamorous......

She is cold and gentle.

Leng Rou cried at the moment, crying very sadly. She didn't understand whether the reason for this crying was blaming Ye Huan or blaming herself.

The so-called spiritual massage is actually using hypnosis to reveal the secret of Ye Huan's heart. Leng Rou played a little trick, but she suffered a lot herself.

After hypnotizing Ye Huan, the situation was already out of control. Ye Huan inexplicably pushed her to the bed, and her fingers stripped off her clothes. Leng Rou is strong mentally and weak physically.

Ye Huan roughly unbuttoned himself and pulled down his jeans, revealing the tight muscles inside.

Then, something that shouldn't have been born has already been born at this moment.

Or rather, something that should have been born has finally been born.

The two looked at each other, still in a stiff posture. Leng Rou looked at Ye Huan, waiting for Ye Huan's first words.

If it were an ordinary man, he would explain in a panic at this moment, but Ye Huan did not explain. The so-called good things are possessed when they should be possessed.

To some extent, Ye Huan is not a good person. As a sexy, shameless, despicable bastard, how can you claim from him by the standards of a moral saint.

Ye Huan repeated the movements of his body, rude and violent, and felt it coldly, this was not due to the conquest of women by men, but more like some kind of punishment.

Seemingly, he was furious.

Ye Huan was really angry, some things that he didn't want to touch in his heart, or didn't dare to touch, remembered it again, and it brought bloody pain.

Whoever unravels the scars on the wild dog's body must bear the bite of the wild dog.

Coldness and softness are no exception.

This beautiful, strong, curious, and high-minded psychiatrist was quickly destroyed by Ye Huan with all his defenses. She didn't feel any pleasure, only soul-tearing pain.

She began to beg for mercy, to pray, to plead, to abandon all her dignity, to make herself dusty, like a slave.

This process lasted for a long time, and after the incident, Leng Rou collapsed on the bed, without any strength in her body. She looked at Ye Huan, but she just looked at Ye Huan, without any emotion in her expression.

She didn't know whether she should be angry or shocked by Ye Huan's toughness.

At this time, Ye Huan woke up from his madness. When he saw Leng Rou's tattered clothes and bruises, he also broke out in a cold sweat.

He pretended to be calm and carried Leng Rou into the bathroom, Leng Rou was like a little sheep with a soul, letting Ye Huan do whatever he wanted.

Ye Huan put Leng Rou in the bathtub, hot water poured on Leng Rou's **, Ye Huan gently wiped the bruises on Leng Rou's body with his fingers.

You see, Ye Dashao also has gentle times.

At this moment, cold tears burst out of her eyes. She cried so sadly that she didn't know what she was crying about.

If it is said that Leng Rou has no feelings for Ye Huan, it may not be. was often told by Han Tingxiang in front of Ye Huan how good she was, and she had already been curious about Ye Huan.

And if you say how deep Leng Rou has feelings for Ye Huan, it may not be. However, if she really had something with Ye Huan, she didn't care very much.

The reason for Leng Rou's sadness is that all this is too inexplicable.

It's like I've dug a pit and buried myself today. And it's buried cleanly, and there is not a single head left.

Soaking in the hot water, she barely recovered some of her spirits, and stared at Ye Huan coldly, in fact, she was a little afraid of Ye Huan now.

Ye Huan has been cultivating the Taoist family in the house, and the Buddhism is happy to Zen, Han Tingxiang has always been inseparable from him, and there may not be no reason for this. And after inheriting the inheritance of Shi Zhongyu, Ye Huan's strength has risen to a new level.

Therefore, Leng Rou personally felt Ye Huan's strength, but the reason why Leng Rou was afraid of Ye Huan was not from this. It's because Ye Huan just now was too brutal, not like a person, but like a beast.

She was silent for a long time, plucked up her courage, and asked Ye Huan a question: "Were you hypnotized just now, or did you do it on purpose?"

"This ......" Ye Huan hesitated.

Immediately after, Leng Rou asked a second question: "Say, how long have you been beating me?"

"Uh......" Ye Huan continued to hesitate.

Leng Rou straightened up, feeling that her aura was gradually being mastered by herself. She asked, "Say, do you like me?"