Yan Nuohan arranged Ye Momo to stay in a high-end apartment in City A. The apartment was a suite of about 200 square meters. The interior decoration was simple and stylish. The living room was large and empty, with a large floor-to-ceiling window.
, standing in front of the window can take in almost all the prosperity of City A.
It was already late at night, and Ye Mo was still not sleepy. She felt so cold. Even though she turned the heating on very high, she still felt cold in this big, empty house.
Ye Momo poured herself a glass of warm water, sat down on the Persian carpet in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, and then wrapped herself in a soft blanket. But even so, she still felt very cold, and she was shivering from the cold.
Quietly looking at the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, this most prosperous area of the city made Ye Momo feel infinitely lonely.
Ye Mo held the warm cup tightly.
You should be lucky! This time, Yan Nuohan didn't throw her into that small and simple service room, nor did she let her do those heavy chores. He was kind enough to arrange her in such a superior place, with dedicated staff every day.
She should be grateful for offering the most delicious food in kind! Shouldn't she?
Ye Mo smiled bitterly. He knew that the man was doing this to take revenge on her. This kind of revenge penetrated into her bones bit by bit, as if she was falling into a swamp. Ye Mo could only stay quietly in this two hundred square meters
Waiting to die in the house.
He said that she was his toy and she could not escape. But he really only regarded her as a toy. He imprisoned her here. She was the same as all the inanimate objects in this room. He was happy.
She would come here to play with her a few times, and when he was unhappy, he would throw her here and ignore her.
Ye Mo Mo felt like she was going crazy. She couldn't go out and no one talked to her. She stayed alone in this empty house and felt like she was going to get moldy.
"Yan Nuohan, you are such a bad guy." She suddenly threw the cup in her hand frantically to the floor-to-ceiling window in front of her, and cried in grievance.
"Who do you think is the big bad guy?" Yan Nuohan closed the door and asked with a half-smile.
"Ah!" Ye Mo turned around and saw Yan Nuohan, and Sanhun was so frightened that he lost his soul. Oh my god, why does he always come and go without a trace!!!
"What...what are you doing here?" Ye Mo said in a complaining tone.
"Come and play with my toys." After saying that, he carelessly pulled Ye Momo, who was only up to his shoulders, into his arms, and his hands restlessly moved around Ye Momo's body.
"Let me go." Ye Momo frowned and broke out of Yan Nuohan's arms.
Sitting angrily on the Persian carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she hated Yan Nuohan's nonchalance. He was clearly torturing her but always acted like a scoundrel like nothing had happened.
Yan Nuohan adjusted his clothes and sneered: "Do you think I've been too good to you recently?" Speaking of which, he has been quite polite to Ye Momo recently.
"Yan Nuohan, if you really hate me so much, just kill me. Why do you torture me bit by bit like this?" She hugged her legs and gritted her teeth.
"Do you know you locked me up here and I couldn't find anyone to talk to all day long..."
Yan Nuohan still smiled indifferently when he heard this. He was very satisfied that his revenge on her was effective.
"I don't restrict your right to speak..." He held Ye Mo Mo's face and joked: "I am your best audience!"
"But I would rather die than face you..." Ye Momo was completely angered by Yan Nuohan's nonchalant attitude. She rudely slapped Yan Nuohan's hand away, wiped away her tears, and mustered up the courage to vent to Yan Nuohan.
Dissatisfaction in heart.
She didn't know that her words stepped on Yan Nuohan's landmine. Yan Nuohan's originally kind face instantly turned cold, and his eyes were as cold as Ye Momo's.
"Want to die?" He angrily grabbed Ye Momo's long hair.
"How dare you tell me that you want to die." He asked angrily at the trembling Ye Mo.
"Yes, I would rather die than face a devil like you. I would rather die than stay with you for one more second..." Ye Mo stared at Yan Nuohan with his red and swollen eyes and yelled.
road.
"Very good, then I'll tell you what life is worse than death." He said coldly and dangerously.
At this moment, anger overwhelmed his mind. He roughly pushed Ye Momo to the carpet, kissed her lips crazily, and tore her top unceremoniously with both hands.
This woman would rather die than stay by his side and be his toy. It seemed that he really didn't need to be polite to her.
In an instant, he returned to the devilish Yan Nuohan.
Ye Momo struggled out from under him in fear and hid on the sofa in the living room, but Yan Nuohan frantically grabbed Ye Momo's hair and pressed her under him, his long legs restraining her struggling legs.
The overbearing and punishing kiss fell on her body without mercy.
"There is really no need to pity a woman like you." He vented his anger while hurting her with cold words.
For a long time, Ye Momo stopped struggling. She passively endured Yan Nuohan's rude demands, holding the carpet tightly with her small hands. She bit her lips like a self-abuse. Her tears seemed to have almost dried up. She felt that her eyes were sore and swollen.
"You'd better remember that without my consent, you are not even qualified to die." Yan Nuohan bit Ye Mo's fair shoulder and possessed her crazily.
Her lips were bleeding from her bite. Ye Momo remained silent and allowed the man on her body to manipulate her without feeling anything. At this moment, she completely thought that she was dead.
Of course Yan Nuohan knew the silent resistance of the woman beneath him.
Huh, Yan Nuohan has plenty of ways to deal with her silence.
"You deserve to be punished for your words." He approached him coldly and said harshly.
At that moment, Ye Momo saw danger in Yan Nuohan's eyes, but she still tilted her head to one side and said nothing.
"Huh." Yan Nuo laughed coldly and picked up the shivering woman on the ground.
Ye Mo's heart tightened, she didn't know what the man was going to do to her, no matter what, even if she beat him to death, she wouldn't care about him anymore.
Yan Nuohan walked straight to the bathroom, kicked open the bathroom door, and threw Ye Momo into the large bathtub.
Although Ye Momo was very scared, she still treated herself as if she were dead and completely ignored this man.
She hugged her legs and leaned against the edge of the bathtub, shivering. The hair on her exposed skin stood upright in the cold air.
"What? Are you going to continue to be silent?" Yan Nuohan smiled seductively and caressed the trembling stubborn woman with his hand. He wanted to see how long she would remain stubborn.
Biting her lips, her whole body was in a hedgehog-like rejection posture. Ye Mo didn't know that this made Yan Nuohan even more angry.
"Very good." Yan Nuohan stood up, took off the shower head, turned on the boiling hot water and poured it on Ye Momo's head.
"Ah!" The scalding temperature finally made Ye Mo couldn't help but cry out.
Her seaweed-like hair was wetted by the scalding hot water, and it stuck to her bare back. The scorching hot water on her skin made Ye Momo frown and hold back the pain. She thought she was really
What was left was an unconscious corpse.
Upon seeing this, Yan Nuohan suddenly threw away the showerhead in his hand angrily, and the hot water sprayed onto his body uncontrollably.
He angrily picked up Ye Mo Mo's resolute and indifferent face and said viciously: "Ye Mo Mo, you really fucking think you are dead."
How can such a scalding temperature be felt without feeling anything?
He brushed away the hair stuck to Ye Momo's face and forced her to face him.