074 Whoever wins, she will belong to him. Although Duanmumu doesn't like Hu Xiaolie, his love for her is not wrong. She didn't understand it before, but now she doesn't think so. She even feels a little guilty for rejecting him so ruthlessly.
.
After packing up her things, she walked out of the office and went straight to the place Hu Xiaolie mentioned. It was a high-end leisure club. When she opened the door, she saw Hu Xiaolie sitting on the sofa, with two women beside him, wearing very little and wearing heavy makeup.
She looks like a promiscuous woman.
This kind of Hu Xiaolie is unfamiliar. I heard that after she rejected his proposal for the last time, he became like this. He was obsessed with the place where he spent all day and night. In fact, Duanmumu agreed to come here tonight because he wanted to take the opportunity to untie the knot.
Their relationship didn't want Hu Xiaolie to ruin himself because of this.
Duanmumu sat down a little far away from them, disapprovingly admiring the entanglement between Hu Xiaolie and the two women. It wasn't until the two women screamed wildly that she picked up a glass of wine on the table and poured it over, "Get out of here."
, I need to find another place to make waves."
She ended the sexual intercourse scene with this sound. Hu Xiaolie looked over and laughed out loud for a long time, "She is indeed the girl I have fallen in love with, but she is different."
With a wave of his hand, the two women left angrily, but they gave Duanmumu a few hard glances before leaving.
"Stop spitting shit with your mouth," Duanmumu scolded Hu Xiaolie, "You make me even more disgusting now."
Hu Xiaolie smiled bitterly, stood up and sat down next to Duanmumu. He hated the smell of women's perfume on him, so she sat further away, while Hu Xiaolie had already poured her wine, "Let's have a drink!"
"I don't have such hobbies. If you fart, hurry up." At this moment, sitting alone with Hu Xiaolie, smelling the pungent smell of wine, Duanmumu felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart.
The clear liquid fell into Hu Xiaolie's mouth. After drinking it, he came over with a hint of drunkenness in his eyebrows, "How can Madam Leng be so rude?"
Duanmumu knew that he hated himself, hated her for being ruthless to him, and hated her for rejecting his proposal again and again, but even if she had another chance, she would still refuse.
"Mumu, what should I do if I can't forget you?" Suddenly, Hu Xiaolie's body leaned over, and the unprepared Duanmumu was pinned down.
The strong smell of alcohol sprayed on his face, and his body was pressing against hers. This posture and the atmosphere were both ambiguous. Duanmumu panicked and pushed him hard, "Get away from Hu Xiaolie, otherwise I will fall out."
!”
"Mumu, how am I inferior to that person named Leng?" Hu Xiaolie was very drunk, "I have loved you for so many years, why don't you like me, huh?"
His body pressed her so hard that she couldn't breathe, and his fingers roamed over her suet-like skin, which made her feel uneasy.
"Let me go, Hu Xiaolie, don't make me hate you even more," Duanmumu found that the man who usually let her scold and humiliate him was so terrifying at this moment, his lips almost brushed her skin, and the hot breath he exhaled
The heat made her go crazy, and it took a lot of concentration to keep herself awake, "Get out of here!"
She pushed him hard, but he was as heavy as a dead pig.
"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in," Hu Xiaolie's eyes glowed red, like a wounded beast licking blood.
"Hu Xiaolie," Duanmumu realized that he was drunk, completely drunk, "can you please sober up? I'm married, and I'm Leng Anyen's wife now, you..."
"So what?" He interrupted her, "I will let you see clearly who is the person who loves you the most." With that, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
Being too close, the voice of the person on the other end came clearly, "It's me, Leng Anyen."
Duanmumu pretended to grab the phone, but she didn't expect that damn Hu Xiaolie would actually call that man.
Hu Xiaolie avoided it and already spoke, "I am Hu Xiaolie. Your wife is with me now, in the charming room 3118. If you don't have to come over, she will be mine tonight." After saying that, he burped from the wine.
The incense smell made Duanmumu dizzy again.
"Are you crazy? Why are you calling him?" Duanmumu yelled when he saw the phone was hung up.
Hu Xiaolie laughed heartily, "I'm going to have a bet with him tonight. Whoever wins, you will get it."
In the tea room where the fragrance of tea lingered, Kang Yutuo saw the veins bulging on the back of Leng Anyen's hand holding the phone after answering the phone, and asked carefully, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Leng Anyen was silent, his handsome face was tense, but his calm and calm eyes slowly shed the light of a vulture, and then he saw him take out a stack of photos from his pocket and throw them at Kang
In front of Yu Tuo, "Everything you want is here!"
Picking up the photo, a smile gradually appeared on Kang Yutuo's lips, "Not to mention the shooting angle is good, it looks very touching..."
"When will you start?" Leng Anyen said, his face turned black.
Kang Yutuo's eyes were still on the photo, and he didn't notice anything strange about Leng Anyen. While looking at it, he talked about his acquaintance with Duanmu Mu, but Leng Anyen's hand holding the tea cup was so tight that he almost crushed it.
"Brother, how is this girl?" After finally admiring the last photo, Kang Yutuo raised his head and asked Leng Anyen with a smile.
A thin smile appeared on Leng Anyen's stiff face, "Not bad."
"Yeah, you don't know how close that girl is to me, from Las Vegas to Paris, France, and at your company's auction..." When Kang Yutuo talked about Duanmumu, the corners of his eyes rose unconsciously.
, with inexplicable excitement, but not knowing how much of a shame this is for Leng Anyen.
His wife actually hooked up with another man on their honeymoon, but he had no idea about it.
Duanmumu, you gave me another 'surprise'. Leng Anyen's black eyes lit up with flames.
"Brother, thank you this time," Kang Yutuo said and was about to put the photo away, but his hand was held down.
"I haven't said anything about helping you yet," Leng Anyen's words made the smile on Kang Yutuo's lips freeze.
However, Kang Yutuo laughed again after a moment, "Mr. Leng, your joke is not funny!"
"I'm serious," Leng Anyen took all the photos back, "I can help you, but I have conditions!"
"What?" Kang Yutuo watched the photo being taken away, a trace of doubt flashing through his mind.
"Leave her!" Leng Anyen softly spat out these three words.
The expression on Kang Yutuo's face was stiff at first, then hard, and finally confused, "I don't understand what you mean."
Leng Anyen stood up and glanced at Kang Yutuo's face with sharp eyes. He no longer had the usual gentleness, "You don't need to know, she can't do it anyway."
"Why?" It took Kang Yutuo a long time to come to his senses, but Leng Anyen was already gone.
After leaving the teahouse, Leng Anyen drove straight to Charming, the speed of the car almost reaching the extreme. He was still helping her deal with the relationship with Kang Yutuo here, and she got into trouble with Hu Xiaolie over there. How could this woman never have a day of peace of mind?
of?
The door to the private room was knocked open, and a gust of wind rushed in. Duanmumu looked up and saw Leng Anyen walking in wearing a dark black coat. As he moved, the hem of the coat was slightly lifted, revealing his two legs.
He had slender legs and a calm expression, but his eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he wanted to suck in those who looked at him.
His eyes finally fixed on Duanmumu, and at this moment she was being held in Hu Xiaolie's arms, unable to move away.
In an instant, coldness swept through Duanmumu's body, "Leng Anyen..."
When she opened her mouth, she couldn't tell whether she wanted to ask for help or to explain.
"Young Master Hu, I have long admired your name," Leng Anyen looked away from Duanmumu's face and looked at Hu Xiaolie with a smile on his lips.
Hu Xiaolie raised his head slightly and played with Duanmu Mu's slender jade fingers with his big palm, "Young Master Leng's willingness to come really gives Hu some face."
Leng Anyen sat on the sofa aside, with his coat spread out and his legs folded together, showing an air of contempt for everything, "Tell me, what do you want?"
Hearing this, Hu Xiaolie chuckled, then hooked Duanmumu's chin, "I want my woman back!"
Leng Anyen's fingertips flicking on his knees paused for a moment, then he asked with a smile, "Your woman?"
"Yes, Duanmumu was originally my woman, but you took her away. Mr. Leng should give me an explanation today," Hu Xiaolie hugged Duanmumu tighter, showing an absolutely dominating attitude.
Duanmumu hated Hu Xiaolie's frivolity and turned away, "Hu Xiaolie, you are so shameless."
"Baby, no matter how shameless I am, I can't be as shameless as your husband. In the days since you were married, he has been involved in a lot of scandals, and I have been keeping an eye on them all for you." Hu Xiaolie said and looked at Leng Anyen again, "Young Master Leng, I
That’s right!”
"That's our husband and wife's business," Leng Anyen said in a cold voice.
"Husband and wife?" Hu Xiaolie snorted, "Today I just want to see how you behave as a man in front of your wife?"
As soon as his hand loosened, Duanmumu was let go, and Hu Xiaolie had already taken out a bottle of wine from under the table, bit the cork with his mouth, spit it aside, and slowly poured the wine into the cup, while pouring it, he said,
"This wine is called sexnthebeach. Drinking it will arouse people's primitive desires... If Mr. Leng can not touch a woman for three hours after drinking this glass of wine, then I will lose this bet."
Sexnthebeach? Translated is **beach. No matter how stupid Duanmumu is, he still understands what it is?
Damn Hu Xiaolie...
As Duanmumu's cerebellum was spinning rapidly, he heard Leng Anyen say, "If I win, from now on you will stay as far away from my wife as you want."
Buzz!
Duanmu Mu's ears rang, and he looked at Leng Anyen in disbelief. Was he agreeing?
Although she didn't understand the medicinal properties of that stuff, she had read in novels that it was said that if a man drank that stuff, he would be tortured to death if there was no woman as the antidote.
"No problem, please invite Mr. Leng!" Hu Xiaolie pushed the wine over, and when Leng Anyen picked up the glass, he said, "Three hours will be difficult, I will find a few women to entertain Mr. Leng.
"
"Hu Xiaolie," Duanmumu screamed, trying to stop him.
He simply wanted to torture Leng Anyen deliberately, make him drink aphrodisiacs, and then give him a few women. However, the rules of the game still cannot touch those women. This is like throwing delicious food to a hungry wolf, but these foods
It's mixed with a deadly poison. If you eat it, you'll be poisoned to death. If you don't eat it, you'll starve to death.
This Hu Xiaolie is so poisonous!
"Okay!" Leng Anyen's voice sounded in the silent room. There was only one simple word, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Duanmu Mu's heart hard at once.
"Leng Anyen," Duanmumu couldn't help but say.
Why did he agree? With his hatred for her, even if she died, he shouldn't have interfered.
Leng Anyen curled his lips and looked at her with a smile, as if he had read her mind, and said jokingly, "Honey, I promised to bet with him, but I didn't necessarily want to win. You must have forgotten that you were in my office this morning...
…”
The scene of him entangled with Ling Kexin from the public relations department flashed before her eyes in the morning, and her heart sank a little bit. The slight tremor caused by him agreeing to this bet was like a frozen stone, and it sank even faster.
It turns out that it wasn't because of her that he agreed to bet with Hu Xiaolie, maybe he just liked that kind of thing.
"Young Master Hu, let's wait." Leng Anyen's gaze passed over Duanmu Mu, and a faint light flashed through his diamond-like black eyes. He could see his head slightly raised, the back of his slender neck stretched into a beautiful arc, and the orange
The liquid has fallen into his mouth...
"Young Master Hu, you'd better keep your word, otherwise..." Leng Anyen sneered, and loosened his grip on the cup. The crystal cup fell to the carpet, lying there alone and quietly.
Half an hour later, Duanmumu clearly saw beads of sweat on Leng Anyen's forehead, and his coat was taken off and thrown on the corner of the sofa.
Has the medicine taken effect?
Her heart still couldn't help but twitch, but as soon as she moved, her body was held down by Hu Xiaolie, "You can help me if you want, but he loses, then you belong to me!"
"Hu Xiaolie," Duanmumu struggled, "marrying him is my wishful thinking and has nothing to do with him."
Leng Anyen, whose body had been aroused by the heat, raised his eyes and looked over, filled with suppressed emotions, but he tried his best to look calm, "Honey, marriage is a matter of your own free will. There is no such thing as wishful thinking.
Do you still think this is the feudal society of three thousand years ago?" He said it so naturally, as if they were really a couple in love.
More and more fine beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, and finally they converged and slid down his handsome face, stopping briefly on his chin before finally falling and breaking into pieces.
Time has never felt so long, every second is like a century. Leng Anyen's body is like thousands of insects biting him, almost swallowing him up bit by bit. All the clothes on his body are stripped down to only his shirt and collar.
His buttons were half unbuttoned, and his originally flat trousers were pressed into unsightly wrinkles due to discomfort. If this continued, he would really go crazy.
"Young Master Leng seems to think that it's been a long time, so why don't we bring some girls to cheer you up?" Hu Xiaolie pressed the pager in the room. After a while, he saw three women coming in. They were only wearing a thin layer of gauze.
The underwear is clear and visible.
They rushed towards Leng Anyen, just like the scene on TV where the vixen saw Tang Seng.
"Who can let Mr. Leng take you, the price tonight will be doubled," Hu Xiaolie threw out his chips again for fear that the world would be in chaos, and saw three women eager to go forward and peel Leng Anyen off.
"Stop!" Duanmumu couldn't stand it anymore, but the three women didn't listen to her at all, and they even saw their hands reaching between Leng Anyhen's legs.
"Hu Xiaolie, if you keep playing like this, even if you win, I won't be with you," Duanmumu got angry. This was not gambling at all, but humiliating people.
"Ah——" At this moment, a woman's scream came from the room.
Turning around, Duanmumu saw that Leng Anyen had strangled a woman's neck, and a large area of his back was wet. His voice was hoarse as if he had rubbed sand, "Everyone, get the hell away from me, otherwise don't blame me."
You're welcome."
The other two women were so frightened by Leng Anyen's sudden anger that they shrank into a ball, and the woman who was being pinched by Leng Anyen was also thrown aside.
Hu Xiaolie did not expect this, and his smiling face froze slightly, "Young Master Leng, why are you doing this?"
"Shut up!"
After Leng Anyen roared, he looked at Duanmumu again. His eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, his Adam's apple was twitching rapidly, and the veins on his forehead and the back of his hands were so tight and scary, but there was a slight smile hanging on the corners of his lips, like
The way he usually teases her is, "Honey, I won't lose."
As if his heart had been stung by something, Duanmu Mu's eyes were wet and hot, "Even if Leng Anyhen loses, I won't blame you, you..."
She wanted to say that if she felt uncomfortable, don't endure it. Anyway, for a person like him, there was no need to care about another woman.
"No," he interrupted her, with a coquettish smile on his sweaty face, "My wife must not lose to others, otherwise I will be very embarrassed. Besides, I, Leng Anyen, am not that casual.
, not all women will want it.”
"..." Duanmumu couldn't say a word, his heart was so bruised by his words that he couldn't explain what it was like.
The man's suppressed groans of pain could be heard in the air, rising and falling, and each sound was like a diamond piercing Duanmu Mu's heart.
Duanmumu couldn't listen any longer and stood up abruptly.
"What do you want to do?" Hu Xiaolie grabbed her arm.
Shaking him away, Duanmumu pointed to the bathroom in the private room, "Is it okay if I go to the bathroom?"
Duanmumu leaned against the door, tears falling silently, thinking that she should hate him, but why did she feel distressed and sad when she saw him being tortured?
No, she didn't feel sorry for him, she just made him feel bad for suffering such a sin.
Duanmumu splashed cold water on her face until the coolness made her sober. She raised her hand to open the door and heard Hu Xiaolie's voice, "Young Master Leng, why do you have to torture yourself? As long as you hook your hands, you won't
It’s so painful!”
This is simply temptation. The three women called by Hu Xiaolie are still in the room. They are Leng Anyen's antidote.
"Is it painful? I don't feel it," Leng Anyen said, his voice trembling like a broken rose, "Hu Xiaolie, don't think that I don't know your thoughts, the bet is fake, your purpose is to let
I did something nasty in front of her to make her give up, right?"
"Haha," Hu Xiaolie sneered, "So what? Leng Shao has the guts to hold on till the end."
"Of course, I won't let Mr. Leng down," Leng Anyen's voice was rough and unpleasant, as if it was being burned by fire.
"I hope so," Hu Xiaolie's voice rose, "There is still one hour left in our gambling game, and the potency of this medicine will be maximized within this hour, so please take your time, Mr. Leng, to enjoy the feeling of ecstasy both physically and mentally.
"
Duanmumu's hand on the door handle tightened. She couldn't listen anymore. She opened the door, ran to Leng Anyen, pulled him up, and said, "Let's go."
"He lost the moment he took one step out of this door," Hu Xiaolie looked over coldly.
"If you lose, you lose. Even if he loses, I won't be with you." Duanmumu just supported Leng Anyen like this, and he could feel the rolling heat waves radiating from his body. Each wave seemed to be connected to the air.
They were all heated up.
Leng Anyen's whole body was extremely tight. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to pull Duan Mumu over and press him under him. She didn't know the coolness that came from her little hands that had just been dipped in cold water through her clothes.
, making him eager and comfortable.
He even couldn't help but think of the tenderness he had with her. Although it ended halfway every time, the snow-like skin and fatal softness had long been deeply engraved in his mind. At this moment, it was like a nightmare in his mind.
hovering before my eyes, carrying a fatal temptation.
"Wife," he grabbed her, the violent movement and the blood-red eyes shocked her...
"Leng Anyen, you..." Her eyes flickered, showing fear.
Those fluttering eyelashes touched his heart like a brush, and instantly awakened his reason that was on the verge of losing control. He could not and could not hurt her, at least not on this occasion.
"Get away," he raised his hand and threw Duanmumu far away.
Duanmumu fell on the carpet on the side. Although it didn't hurt, she was shocked. She looked at Leng Anyen in astonishment, her black eyes filled with grievance and confusion.
Closing his eyes, Leng Anyen didn't look at her, because for him, one more look at her at this moment would intensify the longing in his heart. The feeling was like pouring another bucket of oil on his burning body.
It wasn't until this second that Leng Anyen realized that when he was burning with desire, what he wanted was not just a woman, but her.
"Leng Anyen..." Duanmumu called out lowly when he saw him sitting back on the sofa.
At this moment, even her voice was like a poppy covered with love medicine, which he couldn't bear. If this continued, even if he didn't die of the drug, he would die of her torture.
"Get out, get out..." He tore off his clothes again, revealing his strong chest. At the same time, he took the remaining wine from the table and poured it all on himself.
Seeing him like this, Duanmumu was frightened and crawled over to stop him, but was stopped by him, "Don't come over, get away from me..."
The coldness of the wine relieved the heat in his body a lot, and made his consciousness clearer. Looking at the woman lying on the ground with a face full of love and self-blame, his heart felt like it was tightly held by a hand.
Does she feel sorry for him?
If so, then everything he endured was worth it!
A faint smile slipped across Leng Anyen's lips, but just for a moment, his eyes were cold again, staring at Duanmumu with disgust, "Duanmumu, don't think that I will be controlled by drugs now."
I am not selective about food, I would rather have those three women than touch you."
He watched as the color on her face faded little by little as he spoke, and finally turned gray. Even those bright eyes gradually lost their luster, and Leng Anyen's heart was nailed.
She was hurt by him, but there was no way. He couldn't let her get close to him at this time. He was afraid that he would lose control and hurt her.
Duanmumu's heart was once again thrown into the ice water, and his numbness became cold and hard.
It turns out that in his eyes, she is worse than a prostitute...
He could always use the most cruel methods to injure her to the point of leaving no trace of her skin.
"Leng Anyen, you think too much. Even if you are tortured to death today, I will not save you." She was so stubborn that she was not willing to bear such humiliation. She sat up from the carpet and pushed back.
"Okay, that's good..." Leng Anyen smiled, and that smile cut his heart like a cold knife and ice, and it also cut her heart.
In the silence of the room, one could hear the sound of Leng Anyen's sweat beads being broken. He kept his eyes closed, but the increasing number of sweat beads on his forehead and the constant twisting of his body told Duanmu Mu that he had endured
The torture became more and more severe.
At this moment, Hu Xiaolie actually asked the three women to take off their veils and dance. Not to mention the men, even Duan Mumu's blood rushed to his brain just looking at these women, not to mention the drugged Leng An.
Chen. Xihu has been around since he was a child.
Duanmumu wanted to stop him several times, but thinking about how ruthless he had just scolded her, she held back again. She told herself that he deserved it, but her heart was twisted because of his discomfort...
"Young Master Leng, don't insist anymore," Hu Xiaolie looked down at Leng Anyen, who had reached the limit of his endurance, and showed a victorious smile in advance, "So what if you survive today? Your romantic affairs still hurt me.
Wooden heart.”
Leng Anyen had been tortured by lust and his eyes fell on Duanmumu. How could he not know this? He even staged a passionate drama in front of her in the morning, but that was different because it was just the two of them.
They can hurt each other, but now in front of a man she dumped, he can't let her lose face.
She is proud, and he wants to maintain her pride.
"Even if I die today, I won't lose," Leng Anyen sneered, and after saying that, he picked up the cup that was thrown on the carpet before, and then banged it on the edge of the table -
"Cold..." Duanmumu felt something vaguely. As soon as Duanmumu said something, but before the words could escape his throat, he heard a scream in the air. Leng Anyen actually stabbed the broken cup into his thigh.
Suddenly, the smell of blood filled the entire room, and even the three dancing women screamed and ran away.
Duanmumu was stunned there, and it took him a while to react, "Leng Anyen..."
She ran over and pressed her hands on his bleeding wound. In an instant, the blood seeped out between her fingers, soaking her delicate white fingers red.
The pain stopped the clamoring desire in Leng Anyen's body. He panted heavily and looked at Hu Xiaolie, "I will not lose, I will never lose." After saying that, he closed his eyes. This sentence still belongs to him.
The gurgling blood seemed to consume all his energy.
"Hu Xiaolie, I beg you not to play anymore, people will die if this continues," Duanmumu cried, crystal tears sliding down her pale face.
Such a scene was also a surprise to Hu Xiaolie. He did not expect that such a romantic man as Leng Anyen would rather hurt himself for Duanmumu than touch another woman.
He suddenly had some doubts about whether the rumors he had seen before were true or false?
"Don't ask him," Leng Anyen made a low voice to stop him, holding Duanmu Mu's shoulder with one hand.
"If you don't ask him, you will die," Duanmumu yelled at him, tears falling from his eyes.
Leng Anyen opened his eyes. The eyes that were once like glass were now dim and dull, like two dry wells, but they were looking at her steadily at this moment.
Did she cry? In his memory, her tears were as precious as diamonds. He never thought that one day, her tears would also flow for him!
Suddenly, the injuries and physical discomfort dissipated a lot. He took a deep breath, but his breath was still weak, "No, please, please, he..."
After saying that, he tilted his head and fell into her arms without any support.
"Leng Anyen, Leng Anyen..."
But no matter how she called, he didn't respond. This feeling reminded her of her father who just abandoned her...
no, do not want!
She doesn't want him to die!
Now besides him, she has no relatives anymore...
"Leng Anyen, don't die, don't die..." She hugged him tightly.
At this moment, Duanmumu realized that he was so afraid that he would die. He didn't even know when he had regarded him as his relative, the only person he could rely on besides his father.
Hu Xiaolie stared at this scene blankly. After the shock, he felt pain. He thought Duanmumu only married Leng Anyen because of his money, but looking at such a scene of life and death, he understood.
She loves Leng Anyen.
As for Leng Anyen's love for her, let alone that, if a man doesn't love her, he will never hurt himself for her.
Although it was less than three hours ago, Hu Xiaolie knew that he had lost this bet, and he knew that even if he kept betting until the end of the world, he would never have a chance to win again.
"He's not dead," Hu Xiaolie looked at the crying woman and spoke softly.
"If you don't want him to die, take off your clothes and save him, or find him another woman," Hu Xiaolie gave Duanmumu one last nostalgic look, dropped these words, and left.
He is not dead, not dead...
Duanmumu wiped away his tears and shook the man in his arms, "Leng Anychen, just wake up if you are not dead. Don't scare me... Leng Anychen, open your eyes..."
There was no response, only the blood soaked into her hand silently and then slipped away, as if this was the only evidence that he was still alive.
What should I do? Even if he is not dead, he will bleed to death if he continues like this.
It took Duanmumu a while to react, and he hurriedly pressed the pager in the room. The waiter came over after a while. Seeing this scene, he seemed shocked, and even wanted to call the police in fear.
"Don't call the police," Duanmumu stopped him. If the police knew what happened to Leng Anyen today, he would never be a human again.
The waiter helped Duanmu Mu take Leng Anyen to the suite upstairs. Places like this have a place for guests to rest. The waiter probably also knew Leng Anyen's identity and thoughtfully sent him a medical kit.
"It's just a puncture, it shouldn't be a big problem. You can bandage it," the waiter explained and left.
After tearing open his pants, the bloody wounds made her fingers feel cold, but she couldn't stop the bleeding. Fortunately, when Duanmumu was with his father before, he often bandaged his wounds, so this was not a problem for her.
Duanmumu finished disinfecting, applying medicine, and bandaging all at once. Just when she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she noticed something crawling on her back...
She hid in shock and turned around, only to see that Leng Anyen had opened his eyes and his hand was still raised in the air. It turned out to be his hand touching her.
This bastard...
Just when he was about to scold him, he remembered that he was under the control of drugs. The words Hu Xiaolie said before leaving rang in his ears, and Duanmu Mu's heart tightened.
Even if the bleeding was stopped, he would still be tortured to death if the medicine was not removed from his body.
what to do?
Does he really want her to take off her clothes and be his antidote?
Thinking of this, she instinctively took a step back. How could she have such an idea? Is she crazy?
Leng Anyen's raised hand slowly lowered, and at the same time he made a low voice, "Let's go, let's go right now..."
She was stunned, as if she didn't expect him to say that.
"Let's go," his voice became louder.
Duanmumu backed away, stepping back to the door step by step. Just when her hand touched the doorknob, his painful whisper came from behind, "I don't want to hurt you, go, go away..."
My heart felt like it was hit hard by something.
Looking back, I saw the tall man on the bed twitching into a ball again because of discomfort.
Is this Leng Anyen? Is he still the arrogant and arrogant man?
She could hardly believe her eyes.
Boom——
Wow——
The man who was tortured by the drug began to grab randomly with his hands. He swept the bedside lamp and other things to the floor, but he picked up an ashtray and pressed it to himself.
He was so hot that even the coolness of an ashtray made him long for it.
Unable to take any more steps to leave, Duanmu walked back again because she was afraid that after he heated the ashtray, it would become a weapon for him to hurt himself.
"Let go, let go," Duanmumu broke the ashtray in his hand, but the moment the ashtray was taken away, her fingers were suddenly put into his mouth, and before she could pull back, he gently
She started sucking, and immediately, a numbness spread throughout her body.
Duanmumu's hand was frightened and cold. The moment it touched him, Leng Anyhen's heat was released. His body's desire was clamoring. One of her fingers was now a kind of comfort to him.
.
The licking and biting movements became more and more urgent, and she may have obviously felt that his violent mood was relieved a lot. One of her fingers was almost completely held in his mouth, as if it was not a finger, but a greedy child, nibbling on it.
Suck on candy.
Duanmumu couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at him...
"Leng Anyen, how can I make you feel less uncomfortable?" She whispered softly.
He seemed to hear her soft voice, and stopped sucking her fingers. A pair of eyes looked at him. Although they were not as blood-red as before, they were full of lust, and he was stunned by his staring gaze.
Staring was a little uncomfortable, and she was just about to lower her eyes and avoid him, but she heard his hoarse voice, with a broken voice, "Kiss me!"
Kiss him? Duanmu suddenly woke up as if he had been given an electric shock. How could you do that?
Then came his voice again, with a humble begging, "Save me...save me..."
She thought that at that moment, he must have been extremely uncomfortable to let this man who had always been arrogant make such a sound. At the moment when she was stunned, a force of gravity pulled her down.
After the world was spinning, his lips had already pressed against hers, ruthlessly plundering her with passion and anxiety...
ps: Rourou is finally here, darlings, don’t hesitate to click the next chapter!
