When Yu Nianen heard his voice, she stood up suddenly like a frightened little white rabbit. Her chest kept rising and falling, and small beads of sweat secreted from her forehead.
Are you thinking about that piano prince again? Your eyes are filled with tears when you think about it. Who can you show it to? Rong Beiming's enthusiasm was frozen by the frost, and his heart started to snow and freeze.
He stood up straight unhappily, stared at her tear-stained face, and asked coldly with his tear-filled eyes: "Afraid of me? No! Where did the energy go when you were stubborn? I gave you so much
Duo, I don’t expect you to say thank you, isn’t it difficult to give you a smile?”
"I didn't ask you to give it to me!" She didn't know where the energy came from and growled. She really didn't want it, because this practice room would always remind her that she had betrayed love.
"Yu Nian'en, do you have a heart?" He poked her heaving chest hard with his finger.
"I didn't, I lost my heart a long time ago."
"Lost it? Where was it lost? On the piano prince's body?"
"I told you, I love him!"
"Love him?" Rong Beiming smiled, very coldly, with a slight curl of the corner of his mouth, a little mocking, "So what? You can only sleep next to me at night, right?"
Her face immediately turned red, and a warm feeling even reached her ears. Her mind was in a state of chaos and explosion.
The sore spot, that was definitely her sore spot, but Rong Beiming seemed to like poking her sore spots, leaving her chaotic and trembling soul with nowhere to escape.
"So what if I sleep? I thought you were him." Yu Nianen, who was forced into a corner and panicked, almost blurted out.
As soon as she finished speaking, Rong Beiming, who was in a rage, raised his hand and slapped her in the face. Her ears buzzed and ugly fingerprints were instantly printed on her fair cheeks.
She was in pain, but there was a smile on her lips. She just didn't deserve to live a comfortable life, she just had to live in pain.
She knew that this was just looking for trouble, and she also knew that it would hurt Rong Beiming, but she just followed her own temper.
"Don't you like me thinking about him? But what should I do? I can't forget it. Didn't you say that we don't need love? Then let's live like this!" She raised her face to meet his killing gaze.
In fact, it is impossible to think about Ding Ziqian every time she does it with him. That is determined by her personality. It is not about professionalism or unprofessionalism, nor is it loyalty or disloyalty. But if she does that, she will definitely treat Ding Ziqian.
Modesty of blasphemy.
Therefore, she would not think about anything at that time, but would be helplessly and helplessly influenced by his strength, and then sink with him.
To her, joy is purgatory!
"If you regret it, there's nothing you can do about it. If you don't regret it, there's nothing you can do about it. That's it for me. I don't want to live a happy life. Even if I mess with myself! Ming, do you want to continue?"
"Yes!" Rong Beiming replied through gritted teeth. His tall body squeezed her into the corner between the window and the wall. Her back was pressed hard against the pole, causing her to gasp in pain.
His narrow eyes were burning with raging anger: "Why not? If you like to toss, then I will accompany you to toss. Who cares about your body? I am not tired of it yet? As long as you lie on the bed obediently at night
, I will let you forget everything. Your body and your heart can only be mine."