Yang Xingxing's face was stiffly turned away, he tilted his head sideways, and was silent in the direction of the sofa for a moment, and then slowly turned his head and looked at Song Qingchun.

His face was full of anger and ruthlessness, staring at the corner of Song Qingchun's lips with a sneer, just when Song Qingchun thought he was going to open his mouth to scold her, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her hair, raised her face, and slapped her face twice.

"How dare you beat Lao Tzu? See if Lao Tzu won't kill you today......" He seemed to be angry, and while scolding, he slammed Song Qingchun's head back to the ground, and then regardless of whether his brute force would hurt Song Qingchun, he forcibly tore her shirt in half.

The pain from the back of her head made Song Qingchun dizzy for a while, and she felt a viscous liquid flowing down her nose, and when it fell to the corner of her mouth, she tasted blood.

She was in a trance for a moment, and heard a sound similar to the belt being opened, and her whole body trembled, and then she felt something wet licking her collarbone, and her stomach twitched, and her whole body seemed to be crazy, and suddenly she screamed and struggled again.

Her crazy resistance, the strength was amazing, so that Yang Xingxing was a little difficult to control her for a while, he raised his hand angrily, trying to choke her neck, pressing her to the ground, forcing her to be unable to move, who knew that when his arm passed in front of her, she was like a madman, suddenly raised her head and bit his wrist.

She bit so hard that she almost bit off his flesh, and Yang Xingxing, who was in pain, became more and more violent, and he raised his other hand and punched her hard in the head.

The pain caused the strength of Song Qingchun's teeth to loosen, Yang Xingxing took the opportunity to move his wrist away from Song Qingchun's mouth, he glanced at the bloody tooth marks on it, his chest rose and fell angrily, his teeth creaked, his face became a little distorted, he scolded "******", while scolding in his mouth, he turned around and picked up the glass of wine on the table that was originally handed to Song Qingchun: "Toast and don't eat and drink, you TM really can't cure you, wait for you TM to drink this glass of wine, don't talk about messing with me, I guess I'm asking Lao Tzu to ...... you."

"I'm telling you, Lao Tzu is not only going to you tonight, but also looking for a bunch of men to you, so that you can beat Lao Tzu TM ......"

Yang Xingxing grabbed Song Qingchun's hair as he spoke, and handed the wine glass to her mouth: "Drink, give it to Lao Tzu!" ”

Song Qingchun knew from Yang Xingxing's words just now that this glass of wine was drugged, she didn't drink it, and when she was sober, she might still have a chance to escape, but if she drank it, it would really be over...... So no matter how much Yang Xingxing pressed the wine glass on her lips, Song Qingchun always kept her mouth tightly closed.

Yang Xingxing's patience had obviously run out, and his hand grabbing her hair changed to pinching her chin, forcing her to open her mouth with brute force, and pouring the wine into her mouth.

Song Qingchun shook her head to dodge, but despite this, a small amount of liquid fell into her mouth and flowed down her throat.

A boundless despair overwhelmed her in an instant.