After a moment of rest, Leng Jingtian's cold voice sounded above her head again. It was obvious that he had no intention of letting her go. It seemed that this could not eliminate the boredom and anger in his heart.
Wen Yin's body was in pain and could not move at all. Even if she could vaguely hear the coldness in Leng Jingtian's tone, she was unable to "respond" at this moment. There was a hint of contempt at the corner of her mouth. Everything seemed to be going through
An extremely terrifying nightmare, even more terrifying than a nightmare. At least she will wake up from the dream, but she will never wake up. Only hell is waiting for her...
"Do you want me to repeat it again?"
The bone-chilling chill showed his cruelty and ruthlessness at this moment. His sinister and bloodthirsty eyes stared at Wen Yin, as if he wanted to eat her alive. At the same time, his big hands mercilessly tore off her body.
His body turned over again and was thrown hard on the bed.
She was like a lifeless rag doll, letting Leng Jingtian tear her apart. There was still a faint smile on her lips. Even the pain in her body disappeared completely along with the numbness. Her empty eyes looked at
Looking at Leng Jingtian, he completely lost his former aura and brightness, and became dull and dull.
Will bullying a girl like her make him feel happier?
Or do all rich people treat women like playthings?
Plaything? These two words, which she once hated so much, have now become synonymous with her. Is it a trick of fate? Or does it mean that the less you like it, the more it will fall on you?
Leng Jingtian looked at the faint smile at the corner of her mouth and the eyes glaring at him, and unexpectedly slapped her hard with his right hand uncontrollably.
The strength caused Wen Yin's body to suddenly fly into the air. There was only a "buzzing" sound in her ears, and traces of blood slowly poured out from the corners of her pale lips!
Wen Yin was not surprised at the price of this slap. After all, she was indeed a very disobedient "plaything"...
There were no tears, no exclamations of pain, and she still stared at him with an indifferent expression, as if the slap just now had never hit her face.
In anger, when Leng Jingtian raised her palm to slap her again, she suddenly stopped in mid-air, not because of reluctance, but because of her shocked and calm expression. The other women would have been crying and scared.
She was trembling all over, but she was not afraid at all!
Was it a broken jar?
Leng Jingtian's dark eyes became even darker, and his low voice came like a rock pressing tightly, "Aren't you afraid?"
This question is hard to answer.
What's the use of being afraid? If he's afraid, will he stop out of pity?
Aren't you afraid? Who is not afraid of being beaten?
"It doesn't matter whether I'm afraid or not, as long as you feel comfortable, sir!"
Wen Yin didn't know what was wrong with her, but she actually said such a sentence. On the surface, it didn't sound strange at all, but in fact, there was huge resentment hidden inside.
"Are you implying that I shouldn't?"
Leng Jingtian suddenly pinched her chin. The tender skin could not arouse much impulse in his body. Looking into her calm eyes, more dissatisfaction and anger emerged.
Wen Yin did not answer, but shook her head slightly.
It should be! She never thought that it shouldn't be! He saved her mother, and she signed the contract, in black and white, clearly! She is like his play pet, with no right to refuse, and now she only accepts a mere slap.
No more?
The hand gripping her chin relaxed. The alcohol in his body made him extremely restless and uncontrollable, but his mind became more and more clear. The scenes in the past were so clear that he wanted to strangle him to death without hesitation.
Wen Yin...
"Don't let me see your face again! I hate it so much!"
After pinching her tender face and letting go of his fingers with heavy force, her cheeks remained bloodless and pale for a long time.
Instead of riding on his manly passion, he gave Wen Yin a look of disgust and left coldly, leaving a bone-chilling coldness in the room floating in the air...