The memory of six years ago came to her like an overwhelming flood.
Howling and surging, the cold waves hit her crumbling body.
She remembered that it rained heavily that night.
She stood under the steps of the EC, looking up at him.
No matter when, he was always aloof in front of her.
She threw the torn sketch into the rain and slapped him hard.
She remembered the last words she said to him, she said: "Beichen Xiao, you will regret it."
Then, she got into a car accident and suffered selective amnesia.
Completely forgot about him.
It turns out that this memory sealed up so much pain, and once it was revealed, it turned out to be bloody and cruel.
He caused her to lose her home, her school, and her loved ones.
He pushed her to hell, he left her cornered.
It turned out that the person she had been grateful to all these days was actually the person who hurt her the most.
Said she was his ex-girlfriend.
It's so ridiculous, she is just his eighteen-day lover and one of his playthings.
Wen Tong chuckled, but her face was filled with tears.
She huddled under the chair and hugged herself tightly.
Is it hate that is flowing rapidly through your veins?
If it wasn't hate, why would I be gnashing my teeth?
If it is hate, why are you still crying?
Wen Tong shrank and wrinkled pitifully.
This memory was too cruel for her, and suddenly a mountain came down on her, causing her bones to break and all her internal organs to burn.
The sound of the door opening came, but she knew nothing about it.
I just want to hide in a darker place, hide myself, wrap myself up, preferably into a cocoon, so as not to see the sun or hope.
She just wants to be alone!
Bei Chenxiao heard the sound and felt that someone was in the room, but looked around and saw no one.
He frowned and shouted, "Wen Tong."
The sound that was still pattering suddenly disappeared.
She bit her lip and her fingers almost dug into her palms.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he seemed to see her, walking towards this side.
Wen Tong shrank hard under the table.
She doesn’t want to see him, no!!
"Wen Tong." His voice was a bit stern.
Bei Chenxiao turned around the table and saw her huddled under the table, with tears on her face, like a wounded animal, sobbing alone.
He was about to ask her what was wrong when his eyes suddenly fell to his feet. The sketch paper that should have been in the drawer was now thrown on the floor. On the yellow paper was his handsome face with a smile.
Instantly, he understood!
"Wen Tong." He went to pull her, but she screamed and hid under the table.
Her dodge angered him.
Beichen Xiao stretched out his big hand, easily grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her outward, causing her to fall to the ground.
She then held on to the chair tightly, stubbornly refusing to let him succeed.
"Wen Tong, come out." Bei Chenxiao's eyes turned blood red, and his hands became stronger.
She finally couldn't resist him and was dragged out by him.
"Let me go, let me go, you bastard." She cried and struggled, hitting his hand, biting her arm, and beating like crazy.
He covered her mouth with his big palm, picked her up, and carried her to her bedroom.
She bit him hard, on the wrist.
Like a frightened mink, it bites and won't let go.
There was a stinging pain in his wrist. Beichenxiao frowned and pulled her head away.
Her wrists were already bloody and bloody, and she had really been mouthed to death.
She glared at him hatefully, pleasure flashed in her eyes, and a trace of red stuck to the corner of her mouth, indescribably weird and coquettish.
"Have you remembered it all?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, I remember it. I think of the things you did to me that were worse than a beast. I think of what a disgusting person you are. Beichenxiao, why do you come to me so hypocritically? Do you want to dump me again?
, are you going to hurt me again?" Wen Tong yelled at him almost hysterically, the blood red in his eyes almost gushing out, "Haven't you made me miserable enough?"
"I said those things were not done by me, do you believe it?" Beichenxiao looked at her blood-red eyes, and his own eyes were filled with blood.
"I believe it... Haha, I believe it..." Her eyes suddenly became fierce, "How do you expect me to believe it? I went to you just to hear your explanation, but do you remember what you said?
What? If you didn't do it, why did you wait until now to tell me, Beichen Xiao, six years ago, I was too young and stupid to fall in love with someone like you. I'm blind. Now, let me go.
Leave me alone, I don't want to see you again, not even for a second."
He suddenly sneered, with a hint of understanding in his smile.
She was right. He didn't explain it six years ago. If he explains it six years later, no one will believe it.
But don't be too naive and think he will let her go?
Six years ago, he let her go. Six years later, even if they went to hell together, he would never let go of her again.
He suddenly strode over, grabbed her arm and threw her onto the bed.
She was so frightened that she almost got up.
The memory of six years ago is so deep that it seems to be engraved in my bones and blood.
She will never forget how cruel he was to her and how he turned a deaf ear to her pleas for mercy.
In bed, this man would definitely torture her to death.
As soon as she got up, he had already pressed down, using his steel-like body to completely imprison her underneath him.
"Beichen Xiao, you bastard, I hate you, I hate you." She cried and shouted, hitting his chest hard with her pink fist.
But a man's body is like iron, and it won't move even if you beat it.
He leaned down to kiss her, and she shook her head and dodged left and right.
No, she didn't want to surrender to this man again. She finally came back to life. She didn't have the courage to go to hell again.
There was a biting pain on her chin, and his long fingers pinched her cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth.
He kissed her, dancing with his dragon's tongue, roughly sweeping over every corner of her, even going deep into her throat, scraping her upper jaw vigorously.
She struggled in panic, grabbing his back with both hands.
He could even feel the burning pain through his clothes.
He let go of her lips and straddled her body.
Just when she thought he was going to stop, he had already pulled off the tie on his shirt three times and threw the coat to the floor.
Her dishonest hands were held by him with one hand, and with the other hand, he neatly tied her wrists with a tie.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
It's not like he has never done the same thing before.
At first, he forced her to get a tattoo, tied her hands to the head of the bed, and made her endure the piercing pain.
He stood aside and watched, cold-blooded like the devil of hell, dominating the lives and deaths of others at will.
"Beichen Xiao, you pervert, let me go." She shouted loudly, her hair messy.
"You can shout louder, but don't forget who lives next door."