"Success? What to do? What to do? What to do with you and that old man?" He snorted, and a clear anger appeared in his voice.

She couldn't see each other's expressions clearly in the darkness, but she tried to look up at him and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Ning Juexi, you and I are both adults. Since you doubt me, it's better to get together and part with me, right?"

"What does 'or' mean? What do you mean is that you have been doubting me. The four-day cooling-off period has not dispelled your suspicion, but has accelerated your determination to break up with me?"

The man's hands on his waist were tighter and tighter like a snake, almost pinching into her soft waist. She screamed in a low voice: "Ning Juexi, you hurt me."

"Hehe, you hurt, don't I hurt?" His thin lips opened and closed, neither fast nor slow, every word was clear, accompanied by heavy breathing: "Who said I was the one you loved? Who said you are mine, just to deceive me into going to bed? Qiu Yi Dan, are you giving me the benefits before breaking up?"

He was so aggressive that she could hardly resist it. Just as he was about to open his lips, he turned over and his tall figure pressed her under him, and the desk lamp lit up.

His arm was retracted from the desk lamp switch and he leaned over and stared at her condescendingly.

The light was too strong, and her eyes couldn't adapt for a while. She instinctively closed her eyes and opened them again. Under the light, his face seemed to be immersed in ice water, cold and terrifying.

There was no clothing between each other under the bedding. The warmth of his body was like a stove ironing her limbs. Her eyelashes trembled slightly. She lay quietly under the man, looking at the handsome face that was only separated by a punch, and looked at the shadows of the two people who were intimately overlapping on the wall, and slowly said: "Third brother, there is really no need to do this. I don't want to say it too badly. It's really boring to tear her face apart, so I'll be the same sentence - you and I can get together, and I won't go outside to talk nonsense after breaking up, and you don't... pester me."

His deep eyes were narrow and narrow. One arm was supported by her side, and the other was pressing her face, forcing her to look at his gloomy and cold eyes without hesitation, and gritted her teeth and said, "Autumn is strong, you shouldn't say this after you and me are intimate. If you really want to break up, you can say it last night. I asked you if you are angry last night, but you just laughed and didn't say anything. You are obviously misleading me, you are taking revenge on me. You know how to stab me in the heart. You know that after going to bed with me, you said that it was two completely different effects from last night. You won. I feel very uncomfortable now, and I have the urge to destroy the whole world."

She closed her eyes and was tossed by him all night. Her throat was dry, and a few hairs were brushed on her white face. She licked her lips and said, "I'm wrong with this. How can you feel more comfortable?"

He had no hatred with her, she apologized, hoping that he could let go of each other, and break up happily.

Ning Juexi looked at her face that was trying hard to whitewash her peace, and an impulse of cruelty and destruction surged in her heart, wanting to tear this ruthless and unrighteous woman to pieces.

In fact, he lowered his head and bit her lip.

“Um…”

He licked over and over, biting her dry lips, as if repairing the rift between them.

She froze there, motionless, and made no sound, obediently like a puppet suffering his ravages.

What he cared most was that she didn't speak or respond. As long as she said it was painful, he would be reluctant to let go and would let go, but she just said nothing. This silent obedience aroused the anger in his heart.

Looking at her at his mercy, it was like someone pricking his heart with a needle, suffocating to the point of pain.

He bent down his face and bit her lip again. This time there was no gentle breeze, only pure gnawing, and it was closer to venting hatred.

How could Qiu Yi Nong not hurt? It’s just that the pain in this sense is far less than one ten thousandth of the pain in the heart. As long as he can feel a little more comfortable, as long as he can vent his anger and no longer get entangled with her, what is this pain?

a long time.

He left her and sat up, pulled open the drawer on the other side, and did not touch the cigarette box. He got out of bed and went out quickly. Within half a minute, he folded the cigarette box and the lighter in his hand. He loosely put on his bathrobe on his slender and strong body, leaned lazily on the head of the bed, held a cigarette in his mouth, and the lighter lit the cigarette with a loud bang.

The smell of tobacco spreads in the bedroom.

She lay there weakly, her seaweed-like long hair spread on the pillow, and her red lips were traces of bitten by a man, adding a pitiful smell.

He smoked several puffs of cigarettes before she blinked, slowly wrapped the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed behind her. On the huge bed, there was no one talking, only the smell of smoke spread.

The bedroom was full of heating, but she wrapped herself tightly with a quilt, only showing her face, looking at him calmly, without saying a word.

The conditioned reflex person wants to say, don’t smoke in the bedroom, you promised me.

But when she thought, since she was going to break up, why should she keep holding on to this matter?

She knew he needed to calm down, so did she, but she didn't dare to calm down. She was afraid that she would calm down and hesitate and regret it, so she simply cut off the mess quickly and made a break.

Qiu Yinan leaned against the head of the bed for only a minute, and he turned his head to look at her in the white smoke. White smoke came out of his thin lips and nose. The cigarette burned between his fingers two-thirds, and then he did not hesitate and threw it into the ashtray on the bed cabinet.

Her long arms stretched out directly, lifted the quilt tightly wrapped around her body, threw it off the bed, and bullied her body.

The whole process did not stop, and it was done in one go, with a strong momentum in dominance.

She lay under him and was motionless, and her whole body was exposed to the air.

There was no words, only eyes, one looked at each other as cold as a knife, and the other was as calm as water.

She should be able to adapt after a night of lingering, but she still frowned, her facial features frowned, and her fingers couldn't help but hold the pillowcase tightly because of discomfort.

He kept staring at her face and sneered, as if he was the cold-blooded and ruthless abuser.

The man was wearing a bathrobe, and he looked more dressed than her...

Soon, her body began to become enthusiastic.

He had a warm smile over his thin lips, and he lay down in her ear and murmured: "Your body is much more honest than you."

She looked at him licking his lips and smiled lazyly: "Anyway, this body was cured by you, so you can use it if you want it."

He healed her body, but he could not get her people at all. What she ironically mocked?

The man's eyes turned bloody and became even more violent.

Her skeleton almost dissipated, and he still had no intention of slowing down. He couldn't bear it and started crying in slightest way. He happily bit her ear, "You want to make up for me with your body, why are you crying, huh?"

She didn't answer him, and she cried until the end of her throat. She cried and cried. She was buried in her pillow and fell asleep at some point in the long night.

The next morning, she woke up to the whole bed, and the whole bedroom was quiet. She was the only one.

She got up and her legs were weak, and her limbs seemed to be dispersed, and she couldn't help but fall into the soft bedding again.

Holding her painful head with both hands, she slowly remembered a crazy and painful night. The first half of the night was fire, the second half of the night was ice, and the ice and fire.
Chapter completed!