Coming out of Leng's house, Leng Jingtian drove a luxurious Lamborghini at high speed on the road in the dark night. The night wind ruffled his hair and screamed wildly in his ears.
A pair of black eyes as sharp as an eagle reflects the bright light like a night pearl at night, which is brilliant but gives people a suffocating dull feeling.
He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to crush it to pieces. The heavy force showed his indignation and anger at this time, and his face twitched, becoming more and more ferocious...
After a long time, a sharp brake sound broke through the silence of the night. It stopped in front of his villa. Through the car window, he looked slightly towards the master bedroom on the second floor. There was darkness. Suddenly, a burst of more intense flames overwhelmed the mountain.
The momentum is coming.
With a "bang" sound, he closed the car door forcefully and strode forward, showing his anger.
Without stopping all the way, he went directly to Wen Yin's room...
The door opened suddenly, and the loud sound made Wen Yin, who had always been sleeping lightly, suddenly sit up from the bed. Through the silver light outside the floor-to-ceiling window, she could vaguely see the image of Leng Jingtian, because the room was too dark, Wen Yin
Yin couldn't see the expression on his face, but from the smell of alcohol coming to her nose and his thin breathing, she could easily feel that he must be angry at this time.
Subconsciously, Wen Yin tugged at the collar of her pajamas, shrinking back in fear. Every pore on her body was releasing fear factors...
"Sir..." Although he was scared, he still called him politely.
At this time, Leng Jingtian also moved closer to her step by step, and a trace of coldness poured out from his body, instantly making the temperature in the room drop a lot.
Looking at his approach, Wen Yin became even more horrified. When she reflexively wanted to get out of bed, Leng Jingtian quickly grabbed her smooth ankle and dragged her back suddenly, "Where do you want to go?"
Those four words were cold to the bones, as if he had just come from purgatory.
"Ah...sir...no!" Wen Yin screamed in fright, shaking the big palm on her ankle desperately, and her whole body was shaking violently.
"Shut up! If you scream again, I will make it impossible for you to scream again!"
A fierce word was squeezed out from his throat, and his eyes burst out with a frightening red color, glowing with blood under the contrast of the silver moon, which was particularly frightening.
In an instant, Wen Yin was so frightened by his words that she didn't even dare to breathe. She stared at her with rounded eyes in fear, but her feet were still making the most tenacious resistance.
At this time, Leng Jingtian was like an angry demon, rushing straight towards him, as if he wanted to smear all the flames in her body and burn her...
The strength of his hands became heavier and heavier, and his broad body pressed tightly against her body, making her unable to move at all. The warmth sprayed between the tips of her nose and the fragrance of wine from her lips fell one by one.
Wen Yin's face was numb and sultry.
If it were any other woman, she would definitely be happy with this, but Wen Yin felt retching and disgust from the bottom of her heart, "Let me go...go away!"
Ignoring his threats, she resisted again. The hand that resisted his chest was so decisive and firm, but in Leng Jingtian's eyes, she felt it was so ridiculous and ignorant...
The next second, he forcefully tore off her hands, "It seems that you have forgotten your obligations again!"
His habitual cold voice was filled with teasing and ridicule, and his eyes that looked at her contained a trace of hatred towards her...
With a "tear" sound, Wen Yin's thin pajamas tore apart. He was like a crazed lion, with a strong smell of alcohol attacking her thin lips. His lonely eyes were like black holes in the universe.
It was so big that it seemed like it was trying to suck Wen Yin in.
His rough hands roughly covered the top of her breasts, ravaging them heavily.
"Hmm...yeah..."
The blocked lips could only utter a few monosyllable words, and the usually bright eyes were now dull, with a little tear shining in them.
Her obligation? Her obligation is to bear his insult obediently. No matter when or where, as long as he is unhappy, he can take it out on her...
Even though she couldn't see Leng Jingtian's face clearly, Wen Yin could easily feel his raging anger from his actions. It was obvious that she had become a tool for Leng Jingtian to vent his anger.
Thinking of this, her body trembled even more, but a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her smile was miserable, her smile was pathetic...
Leng Jingtian didn't care what she thought at this moment, he only knew that he would throw all the flames on her body.
"You deserve this!" Because her surname is Wen, she has to bear everything! If you really want to blame her, blame her for not being the daughter of the Wen family.
Leng Jingtian's movements became heavier and heavier, completely losing control and desperately trying to possess her. Regardless of whether she could bear it or not, this was not something he considered.
"pain……"
The violent rhythm made Wen Yin scream in pain, and her cheeks became increasingly pale, so white that they were frighteningly white.
Does it hurt? Does it hurt with him?
Leng Jingtian's lips raised an evil smile, and he cast a cruel look on her with contempt, "I will make you suffer even more."
The determination in these few words seems to be bound to be carried out to the end.
After finishing speaking, he turned her body over and stubbornly sank into her body, plundering every inch of her skin even more forcefully until it completely turned into mottled blue-purple, until all that was left of Wen Yin was weak.
breathing...
-----------------------------There are no messages, no collections, and no flowers. Why are you so cruel to Nalan?