His unfamiliarity and hostility left Lan Cun'er at a loss as to how to explain her lie that day, but he pressed on her step by step until he forced her into a corner, grabbed her chin, and said viciously:
"I thought that no matter how noble you were, you were just a flirting tool for men."
"Zeyu, you misunderstood. I had no choice but to say that that day. It was Yu Guanqun who asked me to say that before I let you go."
"That's enough, shameless woman, I don't believe your words anymore."
When Wen Zeyu talked about the humiliation that day, his eyes bulged out with hatred and veins appeared.
Soon, Wen Zeyu changed his expression again and apologized: "I'm sorry, I scared you."
"Ah, don't say that. I'm sorry for you. Are you feeling well?" Lan Cun'er was relieved to see that his expression had softened and was no longer fierce.
"Cun'er, since what you told that day was a lie, why don't you come with me now? I'll take you to a place where you can live a good life where no beast can find you."
Wen Zeyu put his arm on her shoulders and said gently, with a hint of calculation in his eyes.
"But now-"
Lan Cun'er was even more confused by his words. Half a month ago, she really wanted to do this, but now, there is still the intoxicating and shy kiss just now, and the spinning feeling——
"You don't want to say that you fell in love with that beast in just over a month, right?" Wen Zeyu mocked disdainfully.
"Fall in love?" Am I in love with him? Before she could think about it, Wen Zeyu's hand pinched her chin again and said softly:
"Cun'er, don't believe in short-term love. It's me you love. I've been with you for two or three years. If you don't believe it, I'll prove it to you."
He gently lifted her shoulders and caressed her smooth back. His kiss fell gently. When he was about to touch her lips, Lan Cun'er quickly blocked it with his hand and said anxiously: "Zeyu, don't do this."
Wen Zeyu's suppressed jealousy burst out again, and he said arrogantly: "I just want to prove who you love. And if you feel sorry for me, why not let me kiss you?"
"But--"
Wen Zeyu could not allow her to refuse any longer and held her tight, grabbing her softness domineeringly, rough and savage, but she still refused to open her teeth lightly and invite him to taste the entanglement.
"Well--"
He smelled so drunk that she felt disgusted and resisted desperately.
"Cun'er, Cun'er, don't reject me, comfort me one last time." His tone was pitiful and helpless, making people unable to bear to refuse.
"But, can't I compensate you in another way?" She is not such a casual woman.
She still insisted on holding his hand, the touch he just touched was already unbearable for her.
"Don't you feel guilty that I suffered such serious injuries for you?" Wen Zeyu pressed forward with each sentence, making her feel so guilty that she could not refuse.
"Then you kiss on the face!"
Wen Zeyu raised the corners of his mouth evilly, thinking to himself, do I need to pretend to be so pitiful to deceive your sympathy when I kiss you on the face?
He tightened his grip on her waist again and made her cling to the wall with no way to escape. He brutally raped her lips, pinched her chin hard with his hand, causing her defense to collapse, and he drove straight in.
At first she still resisted, and tears of grievance overflowed from the corners of her eyes. However, since she had lost her position, she would comply with his last request.
She painfully endured his raging alcohol, and the contrast between the two completely different kisses actually made her so sad.
However, his seemingly never-ending plunder made her crazy and collapsed. She went from obedience to crazy resistance, and slapped his face away with her palm. Lan Cun'er hurriedly wiped his mouth clean and cursed aggrievedly: "That's enough, forget it."
I owe you."
Wen Zeyu smiled ruthlessly and said, "That's enough this time."
"snort!"
She wiped her mouth disgustingly, pulled up the shoulder strap that he had pulled off, and walked to the bathroom next to her with regrets that could not be released.
Wen Zeyu watched her disappear and smiled strangely. He had had enough fun like this, so what would he do if he stayed here drinking?
Pouring his lips proudly, he pulled off the miniature camera that he had secretly taped to the wall during the kiss, and his smile became even more evil.
Lan Cun'er walked back to the reception in despair, and found to her chagrin that there was nothing to cover the red spot on her shoulder.
"Where have you been? Why are you so pale? Didn't you say you were looking for Yingyun? She said you never looked for her." Yu Guanqun touched her face and asked caringly.
"Ah, um, I went to the bathroom. My stomach feels uncomfortable."
People continued to spin and dance, but the venue suddenly became strange, and Lan Cun'er's panicked heart vaguely felt that danger was approaching.
Wen Zeyu looked at their intimate look, and his evil heart grew uncontrollably. He thought viciously, Lan Cun'er is really a bitch, she was kissed by him for so long, and now she can flatter that beast again, how debauched it is.
"Ah... um..." The woman's coquettish screams flooded into his head again. That coquettish woman, that beast, I want to kill that beast, I want her to scream so wildly under me.
!
Wen Zeyu scratched his head in pain. The blow that Yu Guanqun played to him that day ruthlessly destroyed his sanity, making the sharp sword-like light in his eyes almost like a crazy and inhuman beast.
While shaking in pain, he caught a glimpse of the fruit knife that the waiter had no time to collect. He smiled strangely and slowly walked towards the knife, towards his revenge.
"Guan Qun, there is indescribable horror here, let's go!"
"The cocktail party hasn't reached its climax yet, don't worry, let's go dance." Yu Guanqun was still in high spirits.
"Beast in clothes!"
Lan Cun'er turned around quickly, and Wen Zeyu suddenly appeared behind them, with a sharp knife about to swipe at them in the blink of an eye...