She shook her head, and Long Henyang smiled with satisfaction, hugged her waist, and walked towards the Rolls-Royce Phantom.
In the dark space, the smell of passion was everywhere. The bed was messy, and a woman with disheveled hair was curled up in the corner. She wrapped herself tightly in sheets.
There was no expression on the face covered by the messy hair, but the originally bright eyes were now full of sorrow and hatred.
Wen Ai slowly placed her chin on her knees, clenching her teeth tightly with resentment, making a small sound in the quiet room.
"Gu Yicheng, how could you do this to me? I hate you. You want Long Qianqian, but I am not what you want."
Last night, the man she had loved for more than ten years asked her "Do you want to be my woman?" So she spent all her life's courage waiting here for him. But what happened?
What was waiting was three men, who tortured her whole body until it was riddled with holes.
Gu Yicheng, how can you be so cruel? You don't love me, why do you want to hurt me? My sincerity has been trampled by you like this.
Shoulders shrugged, Wen Ai held back her cry and let the tears flow into a river.
As soon as the door closed, Long Qianqian's heart trembled following the sound of the door closing.
It seems that we are doomed again today.
Just as she thought, the door was locked, and she felt her eyes turn around. She flew into the air and was picked up by Long Henyang.
She looked at him tenderly. "Brother, let me go today. I'm so tired."
Now she knows how to deal with Long Henyang, she has to show weakness when he is angry, and she can get that ridiculous short freedom when he is in a good mood.
Long Henyang didn't seem to hear her words and put her on the bed with cold eyes.
"Let you go, who will let me go?"
She may not love him, or she may hate him. Between worrying about gains and losses, he is always afraid that the only person he wants to catch will leave him.
"It's useless to blame others if you don't let yourself go."
Long Henyang held her little hand and moved it to the position of his heart, tempting her to touch it gently.
"Long Qianqian, Gu Yicheng is dead, can't you forget him?"
Long Qianqian shook her head firmly. "No, I can't forget."
He stared at her blankly for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, his amber eyes exuding a coquettish look.
The light in the room illuminated his unique facial contours and his clear-cut profile, which now looked magnificent.
He smiled so sadly, and Long Qianqian's heart sank with him.
The laughter suddenly stopped, and Long Henyang's coquettish eyes flashed with ferocity like a beast.
He tore her clothes crazily and said in a low and hoarse voice: "If you can't forget it, I'll help you forget it."
Long Qianqian grabbed her clothes in panic. "Long Henyang, don't be so self-righteous. If you want to help me forget, I'm afraid you can only chop off my head so that it will no longer have thoughts."
Her hands holding the clothes had no strength at all in front of him, and they were all peeled off by him in the end.
The nature of the beast was aroused, and his eyes could no longer tolerate anything. At this moment, he was completely controlled by anger and desire.
His big hands were as cold as his expression, creating waves on her body that she couldn't bear.
He smiled evilly: "Qianqian, you also have feelings, why do you have to endure it?"
She responded coldly. "I don't feel anything, unless I'm not a normal woman."
Long Henyang buried his head in her chest, nibbling her over and over again. Long Qianqian still clenched her teeth and endured his rough kiss.