"Wen Yanchu, I have been thinking about you for the past five years, all the time, every minute and every second every day, what exactly are you to me?"

Wen Yanchu was panting a little, and his lips still hurt slightly. He let go of her lips and spoke with only a few centimeters away from her. His breath was on her face, and she could even smell the faint tobacco in his breath.

smell.

She didn't make a sound, and didn't know how to make a sound, so she could only listen to him quietly, without any movement or words, even holding her breath.

"Are you my ex-wife to me? Or are you my enemy? I, Cheng Ke, have never thought in my life that a person who asked me to express my sincerity would treat me like this. Later I found out that you are to me

"It's a glass of poisoned wine. I'm just drunk to death in the dream you gave me. What's funny is that I don't want to wake up at all..."

His voice was low, and the hoarseness in his voice was a bit thicker.

"Cheng Ke..." She called his name softly, and liquid fell uncontrollably from her eyes. Listening to his words, it was like a knife cutting into her heart.

This kind of pain felt familiar to her, and she remembered that five years ago, when she said those cruel words to Cheng Ke, it was like this, as if she was cutting her heart with a knife.

"Wen Yanchu." He also called her name, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. The smile was cold and cruel, "I kept you like that at the beginning, but you still left my world so cruelly, without saying a word.

Posted by. I also want to understand, in fact, I hate you. So now, you walked into my world without saying a word, I believe you are also ready to pay the price. "

He only said that he hated her, but what he didn't say was that hate is originally derived from love. As much as you hate her, there will only be more love than this.

After Wen Yanchu heard what he said, he remained silent.

Yes, she had already been prepared to pay the price. No matter...how much he wanted to hate him, she would admit it.

"So, if you are dissatisfied, if you hate me as much as I hate you, then go ahead and sue me."

The next moment, his lips covered her again, kissing her violently and roughly.

No pity whatsoever.

When Wen Yan was thrown on the bed like a rag doll, his eyes were a little hollow, and there was some bright water in his eyes.

But she didn't say anything, didn't refuse, didn't even make a symbolic struggle, and just let him do what he wanted.

She felt his breath flowing over every inch of her skin, but when his lips gradually moved downward and approached her abdomen, she suddenly struggled violently, like a dying fish.

It was just this struggle that aroused Cheng Ke's anger. Without any gentleness or touch, he covered her body and straightened up with force.

There was a broken scream in Wen Yanchu's throat, but there was no longer any struggle. Even if his current movements were not gentle, almost rough, she no longer had any struggle. It was just the fingers that were covering her abdomen before.

Sliding down so feebly.

If Cheng Ke hadn't focused on looking at her face that was engraved in his soul at this moment, he would have just lowered his eyes to see the caesarean section scar on her lower abdomen, which was very light in color but still visible in shape.

.

The bed was still her old bed, and his movements were loud and forceful, as if he wanted to take her apart and eat her piece by piece, so the bed kept making a squeaking sound.

He kept looking at her, but there was no focus in her eyes.

If Wen Yanchu's eyes focused on Cheng Ke's face for a moment, she could clearly see the pain in his eyes and the soft light that she tried her best to hold back but eventually spread.

Wen Yanchu just opened his eyes unfocused and said, "You have to believe in mother, she will succeed."

At the last moment, she finally couldn't bear the trembling feeling in her body. She raised her hand that had been hanging down weakly, her fingers dug tightly into the skin of his back, and she let out a slight moan in her throat.

When Cheng Ke pulled away, she stretched out her hand to pull the quilt and wrapped it around her body. Without saying a word, she just wrapped herself tightly.

His eyes were closed, and he could only hear the sound of him getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom.

Wen Yanchu opened her eyelids slightly and listened to the sound of the bathroom door closing. She stood up from the bed and looked down. She saw purple hickeys on her shoulders, neck and chest, not to mention that after she stood up,

The liquid sliding down the thighs...

I took out wet wipes from my bag and cleaned them up. After putting on a pad, I put on my clothes and pants.

With indescribable pain all over her body, she walked slowly to the living room. Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, she stood quietly in the living room and looked at everything familiar here.

It wasn't until the sound of water in the bathroom stopped that she looked at the bathroom door and watched the man walk out.

There was only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. Wen Yanchu remembered that he had seen an image of him with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. However, there was a big difference between him at this moment and the image in his mind.

He really... lost a lot of weight.

The outline of my abdominal muscles has basically disappeared and they are so thin that they are flat.

Wen Yanchu raised his eyes to look at his face and saw the cold expressionless look on his face.

"Then...I'll leave first."

Wen Yanchu couldn't tell what he felt when he uttered such a sentence, but after saying it, he walked towards the door.

"Just leave if you want. Why bother reporting to me? You are free in the first place." After saying that, Cheng Ke sneered, "Besides, don't you...don't have the habit of saying goodbye?"

Wen Yanchu didn't give any response, but walked slowly towards the door step by step with heavy steps, dragging his sore body, when he passed by him.

Cheng Ke frowned, stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist, "Forget it, you can live here, this is your place. I'm leaving."

Wen Yanchu turned to look at him in shock, his eyes dull for a moment, and then he softly refused, "No, I'll just go back to the hotel and stay there. My luggage is all over there."

After saying this, she still didn't feel any relaxation in the strength on her wrist, so she could only continue to stand where she was. After biting her lip lightly with her teeth, she added, "I... won't say another word."

He walked without saying a word."

The next moment, he had pulled her directly into the bedroom. He pressed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her to sit on the bed. "Sit here and wait for me. I will take you there."

After saying that, he turned around and went to the closet to get his clothes to change. Without even caring about her presence, he took off the bath towel, revealing his lean but still attractive figure. Yan Chu couldn't help but want to look away, but...

...but his eyes caught sight of a sudden scar on his waist.

[Author's digression]: The third update is here. See you tomorrow.
Chapter completed!