Ye Feimo was furious, and he hugged her quickly and threw her on the bed. He also jumped on her, pressing her with his tall and straight body, and kissed her without any gentleness at all, biting her lips like a wild beast.
As warm as a puppet, let him keep kissing her.
Ye Feimo's movements were as rough as if the woman under him was his enemy, with angry emotions rolling through his warm body like wildfire. She lay quietly, her eyes empty, closing all her feelings.
It seems that this is the only way to prevent yourself from being hurt.
His lips pressed against hers, sucking until it hurt and became red and swollen. Ye Feimo forcefully pried open her teeth, broke into her lips and teeth, and ravaged her roughly. His anger ignited his desire.
Why should he be polite when she lies there so meekly and lets him take what he wants.
She was right, this was what he had always wanted.
He only wants this beautiful body, what does her heart have to do with him?
Why should he care about her heart?
No need!
His big hands covered her softness, and his anger burned their sanity to ashes.
He roughly pulled off his tie and took off his coat. He returned to Nuan Nuan and plundered her beauty to his heart's content. He kneaded her softness mercilessly with his big hands, which made Nuan Nuan very painful.
Ye Feimo's hand carried a kind of fire that spread across her body. Everywhere he touched was on fire, as if he was going to burn her completely. Her body was so hot, but her heart was cold.
No matter how insensitive or numb she was, she could not stop her body from reacting to him.
This is how sad she is.
Ye Feimo's rough movements were full of humiliation and anger, and there was no trace of the past. He was always rough, but in the past, there was pity that she could clearly feel.
Now, it's all gone.
She didn't know whose fault it was.
Perhaps the current situation was caused because he was too uncertain and had too much prejudice against the artist himself, or maybe she was too stubborn and stubborn and refused to admit the throbbing in her heart.
I obviously want to get along well with each other, but I end up in this situation.
Wen Nuan felt that he was wandering under the apartment like a fool, a complete fool.
She bit her lip to hold back the screams because of him. She must be pathetic. Even so, her body couldn't refuse Ye Feimo. Maybe she had been used to him for a long time.
A sinister smile flashed across Ye Feimo's lips, and she increased the strength in her hands. The pain in her soft hand almost made Wen Nuan surrender. It was swollen and painful, but she bit her lower lip firmly.
She doesn't ask for mercy, no!
A sneer rose at the corner of his lips, and his fingers brutally invaded her tight vagina. Her body was too dry to adapt to his presence, but Ye Feimo insisted on going his own way, moving in and out with cruel force, as if he wanted to listen to her words, even if
It's breathing, begging for mercy, anything.
The warm heart slowly sinks into the abyss.
The last spark of hope in my heart was extinguished.
She was surrounded by sadness that came from nowhere, and her empty eyes were filled with tears of sadness. She had no idea why her tears burst out of her eyes, and she didn't know why she was so sad.
Ye Feimo, I’m done playing with you!
He paused and stopped abusing her. He looked at her tearful face with dark eyes, her empty eyes, her tears, her despair. Ye Feimo seemed to have been punched.
Oh my god, what is he doing?
What is he doing to her?
The woman under him is indeed what he has always wanted, but he never thought that he would get it in this way. He is a bastard, and he has never been so beastly towards women.
Ever since he was a child, Ye Feimo has longed for the love of his parents, brothers and sisters-in-law, aunts and uncles, etc. He has also longed for such a love and a woman who he can treat wholeheartedly.
But Han Bi shattered his dream, and he suffered for several years.
Finally, another person came close to his heart, but he pushed her away again.
What is he doing?
Ye Feimo covered his head. At that moment, disappointment, self-blame, sadness, helplessness, powerlessness, despair, decadence and other negative emotions all came up, and he fell into a kind of pain that he could not extricate himself from.
He suddenly grabbed his coat and left the warm room as if fleeing.
Wen Nuan sat in a daze until the door slammed shut, then she numbly grabbed the quilt and covered her body. She didn't know why Ye Feimo suddenly let her go, but she felt lucky.
Fortunately he let her go.
Fortunately!
Warm rolled up his body, biting the quilt, and cried softly.
This vivid pain was imprinted on her body and on her heart.
Ye Feimo returned to his room. This time he came to City F just for warmth, so Ye Feimo also checked in at Marriott and lived on the same floor as Nuannuan. He turned on the water and plunged his head into the water to calm down...
He needs to calm down!
He must be crazy to do such a thing to Wen Nuan.
Ye Feimo raised his head from the water with a splash. His eyes were slightly red. He felt warmth had never been more difficult for him. For him, women came and went with every move. Except for Han Bi, when did he
I have been worried about women.
A touch of warmth made him lose his coolness, his grace, and his composure.
He became so unlike himself.
"Ah..." Ye Feimo punched the glass mirror hard with Nuan Nuan. The glass mirror suddenly shattered and blood overflowed from the back of his hand...
At this time, the doorbell rang, and Ye Feimo didn't want to pay attention to it, looking at himself in the mirror with evil eyes.
Ye Feimo, how did you become so worthless? How did you become so worthless?
This must not be him.
What kind of woman does he want? Why must she be warm?
He fell in love with Wen Nuan, and originally he just fell in love with her face that looked like Han Bi. Apart from that face, what is there about her that makes you like her?
Nothing at all.
The doorbell rang relentlessly.
Ye Feimo looked at the door irritably, and Han Bi smiled sweetly, "Feimo, I... Feimo, what's wrong with you?"
Han Bi's smile froze on her face. Ye Feimo's hair was all wet, his face was covered with water droplets, and the back of his hands was dripping with blood. Han Bi was shocked, and hurriedly held his hand, "Feimo, who are you talking to?"
There was a fight? Why did it happen like this? We go to the hospital and you must bandage it well."
Ye Feimo suddenly hugged Han Bi, pressed her against the wall, and reached out to pull her clothes savagely. Han Bi was shocked, a little afraid of Ye Feimo like this, and in the blink of an eye, he had torn Han Bi's clothes.
Skirt, the anger and lust for warmth urgently needed a vent, Ye Feimo roughly grabbed her hair, buried his head in her neck, and started to pull away all her coverings...
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How many people can't hold it anymore? Calm down. Every time I shout for calm down, it's too late. Silence.
