Some people say that a woman's first time is the most painful, and it does hurt, but Qiao Anhao feels that this pain is far more unbearable than the first pain, maybe it was the alcohol that anesthetized her pain nerves on the first night, and maybe she loved him, and he acted very gently that night, so even if he made her hurt, the pain was sweet.

But now, Qiao Anhao felt that the pain was unbearable.

There is no beauty, there is no throbbing, there is just endless torment.

Yes, torture.

Qiao An felt like he was punishing himself, and as if he was venting some kind of unhappiness in his heart, every action, without any emotion, as if he had exhausted all his strength, desperately trying to make her hurt, to hurt her, and she was really hurting, not only in her body, but even more in her heart.

Qiao Anhao suddenly regretted that she came to deliver him the script in person, she should have found Zhao Meng, or when she heard the waiter say that he was in a bad mood and had just finished getting angry, she should have turned around and walked away, she shouldn't have come to hit this muzzle, she knew that he didn't like herself, and she knew that even he hated herself a little, so she also sent herself to the door to use it as a vent for him.

More perhaps, he was in a sober state, doing this kind of thing with her, which is the same in itself, and the reason why the first two times made her feel good was because once he was drunk, and once he was burned and confused.

How could she forget that he had said to her, Jo Ann, you want to play with me? Okay, I'll play you to death!

So, when he was sober, how could he give her tenderness?

Thinking of this, the corners of Qiao An's eyes couldn't help but become a little moist.

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After a long time, everything finally quieted down.

Joan collapsed limply on the bathroom floor, her body trembling slightly from the pain.

Lu Jinnian stared at Qiao An, who was closed and embarrassed, looked good for a while, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and quickly turned his head, with his movements, a layer of sadness and pain climbed under his eyes, but just for a moment, his eyes returned to calm, still the kind of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away, ruthless and desireless.

He stood up, pulled a bath towel, wrapped it around himself, then turned off the shower faucet that had been running all the time, turned around, and walked out of the bathroom.

Without the sound of the shower, the bathroom was quiet and terrible, the bathroom door was not closed, Qiao An was lying on the cold floor, and the sound of squirming outside could be faintly heard, and then the person fell asleep groggily.

Lu Jinnian was dressed neatly, picked up his wallet, mobile phone and car keys, and was about to leave, when he passed by the bathroom door, his footsteps paused slightly, as if he wanted to take a look at the bathroom, but in the end he still didn't look, just a frozen face, striding away.