Cheng Weiwan was in the bathroom, and after a long time, he opened the door and walked out.

Han Zhihui, who was originally drinking wine in the living room, had already entered the master bedroom and was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

He didn't look back, but from the movement from the room, he knew that she had come out, and said in a light tone: "Come here." ”

Cheng Weiwan stood at the door of the bathroom for a moment before taking a small step and rubbing over.

He must have waited impatiently, and after sensing her breath, he snuffed out the cigarette in his fingertips, turned around, stretched out his arm, grabbed her wrist, dragged her to the floor-to-ceiling window, and then pressed his body against her, lowered his head, and blocked her lips.

This scene is too familiar to Cheng Weiwan.

The last time she was seen downstairs in his apartment, he brought a woman home, she didn't know how she felt at the time, she knew that she didn't have the right to be sad, but she was still heartbroken that night, and she didn't even have the strength to breathe.

She knew what it meant for him to take a woman home for the night, she squatted downstairs, refusing to leave, she wanted to die, until later, when she witnessed him pressing the woman against the floor-to-ceiling window and kissing her hard—just like he did to her at this moment—she forced herself to get up and leave because of the severe heartache, the fetal gas, and the faint pain in her abdomen.

He did it, she thought.

He did the same to other women what he had done to other women.

His purpose was to let her know that she was no different from the women he casually brought home for the night.

He has nothing to do with her anymore, and it won't be in the future, it really doesn't matter what kind of mood he has for her...... But as Han Zhihui's kiss became deeper and deeper, more and more of the clothes on her body were faded by him, and what came to her mind was the scene of him being entangled with another woman.

Was he that night, like he was to her now, to the woman he had brought home?

Is he the same, kissing the woman hard, is he also rudely pulling the woman's clothes?

After two years, Cheng Weiwan always thought that she wouldn't care so much, but when these pictures appeared more and more clearly in her mind, she still couldn't stand it.

She really wanted to grit her teeth and endure it, endure it, and she could accompany Hanhan, but she still overestimated her endurance, she couldn't do it casually in the room where she had witnessed him bring the woman back.

Her body trembled more and more, the emotions she tried to restrain were still out of control when he was about to break into her body, she hadn't reacted yet, she was already muttering words in her mouth, and she began to resist him with her hands and feet: "Let go of me, I don't want it, I don't want it, let go of my ......"

He ignored her words and still tossed her to himself.

She only wanted to escape from the torment at this time, she was afraid that she would collapse here after a while, she saw that she couldn't break free from him, and in a helpless situation, she opened her mouth and bit him on the shoulder.

She bit extremely hard, and the pain in his heart made him stiff, and the next second, he reflexively withdrew his arm, raised his hand, and waved it at her face-

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