Li Qingshen is cruel and cruel, as ruthless as a wild beast, without emotions, purely venting.
And Ling Momo was at his mercy like a doll that had lost its soul.
After tossing like this for a long, long time, Li Qingshen stopped exhausted. When he turned over, his fingers accidentally touched the sheets next to her head. There was a wet patch, and he squeezed it tightly.
She pursed her lips and thought, did she cry?
Li Qingshen's heart tugged slightly, and he felt his heart began to hurt again. The pain was so painful that he couldn't move for a while.
After a long time, he clenched his hands and moved them away from the wet sheets, then arranged his clothes, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said: "Until now, you
Did it with me 27 times, 71 more to come!”
Then, Li Qingshen turned and left.
The whole room returned to silence for an instant.
Ling Momo was lying on her back on the bed, without any vitality or sleepiness in her body. In her brain, the words Enson said to her were echoing over and over again like a roar!
Don’t forget, you have to do it with me a hundred times... This is just how many times you have done it, it’s still far from enough!
So far, you have done it with me 27 times, and there are 71 more to come!
When she heard such words, her brain was unable to think for half an hour.
She even thought she had heard wrongly, blinking her eyes repeatedly, frowning and thinking over and over again, and even pinched her palms. However, the excruciating pain told her that all this was real, not
Dreamland!
At that moment, Ling Momo felt that all the strength in her body had disappeared!
He actually remembered the number of times they had sex so clearly in his heart...
Such a clear remembrance was enough to break her heart and soul!
All of this is just her passion, isn't it?
It turns out that a transaction is a transaction and it is an unchangeable fact.
No matter how gentle he is to you, there is always just a transaction between them.
Yes, how could she forget that a woman with unspoken rules like her who came to his door could be valued by him?
It's because she was too stupid and naive to do such a fake show for real.
It's because she has no future, she can't keep her heart, she has the ability to fall in love with others, but she has no ability to make people fall in love with her...
What a big joke, she actually fantasized about how wonderful their future would be, and wrote down those thirteen affectionate and tactful words of confession in such a lingering mood.
But looking at it now, it's a joke.
He is Enson, the president of ES Music Company, and it is just a transaction with her. How could she forget such essence?
With such a huge gap between them, how could there be love and result?
Ling Momo's heart hurt to the point of numbness. In the end, her body started to tremble slightly. She didn't know whether it was because of her grievance or sadness and pain, but she couldn't help but shed tears.
Ling Momo lay there for a full seven hours before she could barely sit up from the bed. Looking at the messy bed, she felt a little dazed.
But in just one day and night, a lifetime has passed.
She was in a daze for a long time, then slowly put on her clothes, packed everything, and left.
It was already noon outside, and the sun was dazzling and bright. It was obviously summer, but Ling Momo felt cold. Li Qingshen was cruel and cruel, as cold and ruthless as a beast, without emotion, purely venting.
And Ling Momo was at his mercy like a doll that had lost its soul.
After tossing like this for a long, long time, Li Qingshen stopped exhausted. When he turned over, his fingers accidentally touched the sheets next to her head. There was a wet patch, and he squeezed it tightly.
She pursed her lips and thought, did she cry?
Li Qingshen's heart tugged slightly, and he felt his heart began to hurt again. The pain was so painful that he couldn't move for a while.
After a long time, he clenched his hands and moved them away from the wet sheets, then arranged his clothes, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said: "Until now, you
Did it with me 27 times, 71 more to come!”
Then, Li Qingshen turned and left.
The whole room returned to silence for an instant.
Ling Momo was lying on her back on the bed, without any vitality or sleepiness in her body. In her brain, the words Enson said to her were echoing over and over again like a roar!
Don’t forget, you have to do it with me a hundred times... This is just how many times you have done it, it’s still far from enough!
So far, you have done it with me 27 times, and there are 71 more to come!
When she heard such words, her brain was unable to think for half an hour.
She even thought she had heard wrongly, blinking her eyes repeatedly, frowning and thinking over and over again, and even pinched her palms. However, the excruciating pain told her that all this was real, not
Dreamland!
At that moment, Ling Momo felt that all the strength in her body had disappeared!
He actually remembered the number of times they had sex so clearly in his heart...
Such a clear remembrance was enough to break her heart and soul!
All of this is just her passion, isn't it?
It turns out that a transaction is a transaction and it is an unchangeable fact.
No matter how gentle he is to you, there is always just a transaction between them.
Yes, how could she forget that a woman with unspoken rules like her who came to his door could be valued by him?
It's because she was too stupid and naive to do such a fake show for real.
It's because she has no future, she can't keep her heart, she has the ability to fall in love with others, but she has no ability to make people fall in love with her...
What a big joke, she actually fantasized about how wonderful their future would be, and wrote down those thirteen affectionate and tactful words of confession in such a lingering mood.
But looking at it now, it's a joke.
He is Enson, the president of ES Music Company, and it is just a transaction with her. How could she forget such essence?
With such a huge gap between them, how could there be love and result?
Ling Momo's heart hurt to the point of numbness. In the end, her body started to tremble slightly. She didn't know whether it was because of her grievance or sadness and pain, but she couldn't help but shed tears.
Ling Momo lay there for a full seven hours before she could barely sit up from the bed. Looking at the messy bed, she felt a little dazed.
But in just one day and night, a lifetime has passed.
She was in a daze for a long time, then slowly put on her clothes, packed everything, and left.
It was already noon outside, and the sun was dazzling and bright. It was obviously summer, but Ling Momo felt cold.
