On the large bed, Ling Kexin was tightly held in the man's arms. He was thrusting and plundering her body so forcefully, and his low roar hit Ling Kexin's eardrums, making her dizzy.
She really wanted the man in her to end soon, but she had to admit how strong this man was and how energetic he was. He hadn't touched her for a few days, and now he grabbed her, as if he was going to kill her a few days ago.
It’s like all the “losses” have been repaid.
In the bathroom, Moer Ye asked Ling Kexin to take the initiative to please him, and she obeyed. But when she sat on his lap, as soon as her body touched his hot body, he hugged her like a wild beast.
, changed from passive to active, turned over her body and hit hard...
From the bathroom to the bed, Ling Kexin no longer knew how many times he wanted her.
She only felt that her whole body was weak, her abdomen was getting more and more painful, and she didn't feel any pleasure at all.
Finally, when his sweat was all over her body, More Ye hugged her and loosened her limbs, lying on her body and breathing heavily...
The faint smell of sweat, the faint scent of flowerweed, and the ambiguous breath... filled the room richly, lingering around their noses and colliding with their sensitive cells.
Ling Kexin's face was covered with sweat, her long hair covered half of her face, her clear eyes were moist, her fair face was printed with peach blossoms, and her lips were soft and shiny, slightly swollen. She was breathing heavily, bearing the weight of the man
of heavy pressure.
Mo Ye raised his head, his clear and bright obsidian eyes staring into Ling Kexin's eyes. Ling Kexin touched his somewhat ethereal gaze and turned away coldly.
"Is that okay?" she said.
Mo Ye pulled her face, rubbed her lips with his fingers, and raised his eyebrows evilly: "Remember, you are not allowed to let other men touch you. If you don't obey, you know what the consequences will be."
What kind of result? Ling Kexin smiled bitterly, besides threatening me with the person I love most, didn't she just want me to become a madman?
After saying that, Mo Ye let her go, stood up and wrapped the towel around his waist. When he walked to the bathroom, he said again: "Give me the guarantee letter tomorrow!"
When Ling Kexin heard this, her clear eyes flashed brightly. She stood up, but the pain of broken bones made her fall on the bed. She gritted her teeth and cursed: "Devil, you are not a human!"
She thought More Ye couldn't hear it, but she didn't expect that the man had just stepped into the bathroom with one foot, and the other foot had not been lifted in. He turned sideways, glanced at the little woman on the bed, and said: "Stop scolding."
If you do it, it will hurt you less."
Ling Kexin glared at him angrily. Seeing him put his feet back in, she picked up the pillow and threw it hard towards the bathroom...
The Great Demon Mo was dressed neatly again and left like a "gentleman". Before leaving, he told Ling Kexin that he must be back here before five o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
Ling Kexin sat weakly on the sofa, lamenting that she had been tortured by him for more than two hours, only got one day off, and had to write a guarantee letter.
After Mo Ye drove away, Ling Kexin began to search upstairs and downstairs for the mobile phone He Xiaoxiao had given her. However, she searched everywhere and could not see the Nokia.
Looking at the iPhone in her hand, Ling Kexin couldn't help but unplugged He Xiaoxiao's phone. She waited nervously, waiting for the other party's voice. However, she pulled out the phone three times in a row, and He Xiaoxiao's phone remained unanswered.
This time she panicked, quickly put on her shoes, took her bag and ran out of the villa in a hurry.
Ling Kexin took a taxi to the School of Economics. When Ren Yifei saw her, she strangled her neck so hard that Ling Kexin almost rolled her eyes and fainted.
After Ren Yifei let go of her, she roared: "Ling Kexin, do you still think we are friends?"
Ling Kexin coughed repeatedly and her face turned from white to red. She looked sadly at her angry good friend, tears welling up in her eyes... Yifei, do you know what I suffered? I was even scared out of my soul.
"Yifei, I'm sorry, I..."
"Did you go out to play with another man? Huh? No one answered the phone when I called you, and there was no one when I found your house." Ren Yifei lifted Ling Kexin's shoulders and tugged on her high-end clothes, "Look, you are now
You dress better than me, do you think I would still believe that this Chanel dress was also a gift from your cousin?"
Ling Kexin lowered her head sadly, and then she realized that the dresses Aunt Mei packed for her were all high-end, and she only picked one at random, which was Chanel.
Why? Why did Demon Mo dress her up so well when he obviously hated himself? What was his intention? He was definitely not feeling sorry for her or pitying her, but... just like now.
"Yifei, I don't have..."
"Nothing?" Seeing her hesitating, Ren Yifei became even more angry and shouted sadly, "How can you have such good clothes without being with a rich man?"
"I..." Ling Kexin was about to cry, so choked up that she could hardly make a sound.
"Stop talking about me and me, let me ask you, is that man of yours very capable? Very powerful? The senior and I have been looking for you for two days, but he hid you so well. Today, he even sent someone to take the senior
beated!"
"Buzz!" Ling Kexin's mind felt like it was struck by lightning.
What did she say? He Xiaoxiao was beaten? Ling Kexin opened her clear eyes, tears falling silently... It turned out to be true, her sixth sense was not sensitive, but real. Chen Gang accepted Mo Ye's order,
Someone was sent to beat He Xiaoxiao. No wonder no one answered her phone calls.
What she feared most had happened! This huge demon wanted her body and tortured her so many times, but he still didn't let He Xiaoxiao go.
I was really too naive, thinking that I could deceive More Ye with just a few words.
I was really too naive, thinking that Demon Mo would not make a fuss. She just escaped and met with the senior, and he punished her again, so he would no longer care about it or make things difficult for her. But what happened? He still sent
People often fight against senior students.
"Senior, is he...is he serious?"
"Can it be serious? I just received a call from Liu Hui. He said that He Xiaoxiao was beaten to the head and bleeding and was sent to the intensive care unit. He is still unconscious."
Liu Hui is He Xiaoxiao's roommate and a close friend.
Ling Kexin staggered after hearing this and almost fell to the ground. She held on to a tree pole next to her. She could no longer bear the sadness and hugged the tree and cried loudly.
"It's all me...it's all my fault." She cried and said, her whole body trembling.
"Stop crying, let's go!" Seeing Ling Kexin crying, Ren Yifei suddenly lost all complaints about her, took her hand and rushed to the parking lot.
Ren Yifei had just backed out of the car when she suddenly saw Mo Yiting hurried over. The moment their eyes met, Mo Yiting paused and stared blankly at Ling Kexin in the passenger seat.
Ren Yifei turned her head and glanced at Ling Kexin. Ling Kexin's eyes were red and indifferent, as if Mo Yiting outside the car was just a wisp of air.
The car drove quickly to Jiangbin Central Hospital. More than half an hour later, the two appeared outside the ICU, where a group of people had gathered, including police, college leaders, parents and classmates.
Ling Kexin's legs were weak and her face was pale. Ren Yifei was holding her hand. Every step she took, Ling Kexin felt her heart throbbing... It was so sad. If she hadn't gone out to meet her senior that night, nothing would have happened.
How should she face He Xiaoxiao's parents? If they knew it was all because of her, how would she explain?
"Yifei, I...I don't want to go there."
Ling Kexin flinched, leaned against the wall, turned her head, and looked sadly at He's mother, who was sitting on a bench and crying sadly on Father He's shoulder.
"He likes you so much, why don't you go and see him?" Ren Yifei's eyes showed resentment again.
Ling Kexin bit her lip, trying hard to hold back the tears that were about to well up in her eyes, and shook her head: "I...I feel uncomfortable."
"So, you must be that man who did it?" Ren Yifei stared at her with bright eyes, "You know that, right?"
"No, I don't know, I don't know." Ling Kexin shed tears and lowered her head. She clutched the bag tightly.