Feeling the change in the voice, she was startled, and then realized that her body was surprisingly hot, and her thin shirt was already soaked with sweat.
There was a surging desire in her body, like an unstoppable flood, drowning her completely.
An Ruo felt panicked and frightened, her eyes were covered with a layer of blurred mist, and her thin body was shaking like chaff.
The man suddenly let go of his hand, and her soft and boneless body slipped onto the carpet, without even the strength to hold herself up.
Tang Yuchen pinched her chin and raised her head, with dark and deep eyes, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
The faint coolness on his fingertips made Anruo tremble slightly.
"An Ruo, you have pretty good self-control." The man smiled slightly, his handsome face like a sword showing his true nature as a devil, and then he put away his smile, his eyes were sharp and cold: "I want to see if you can hold on.
when!"
An Ruo suddenly waved away his hand, grabbed a bottle of wine on the table, and slammed it on the table, causing the bottle to shatter on the floor.
She grabbed a piece of glass and quickly shrank into a corner, away from Tang Yuchen.
The sharp fragments were pressed against her throat. Although she was tortured to the point of going crazy by desire, there was still a bit of stubbornness in her eyes.
"Don't come here...otherwise...I will die for you..."
Tang Yuchen stared at her with terrifying eyes.
He did not expect that Anruo was so gentle on the outside but had such a strong temperament.
The two faced each other for a few seconds. The man relaxed his body, crossed his slender legs, and curved his thin lips into a sneer.
"I won't go there, I will wait for you to come."
"No...no..." An Ruo hugged her body tightly, even she felt unconfident in what she said.
But she really would rather die than get close to him.
Perhaps Tang Yuchen was a man who existed like a god in the eyes of everyone. But to her, he was a devil, a devil that disgusted and terrified her.
Everything that happened in the hotel that day was the nightmare of her life.
Unless she loses her memory, she will never forgive him.
An Ruo kept thinking about everything that happened that day. Only hatred could keep her awake and keep her from losing herself and crawling onto him.
But she underestimated the medicinal properties of the Eighteen Hells. In just a minute or two, she felt as if a century had passed, and she had reached the limit of persistence.
Clenching the fragments with her fingers, An Ruo felt cruel and scratched her white wrist hard.
The sharp pain made her wake up a little more.
But it was no use, she only woke up for a few seconds, and she was once again overwhelmed by the surging desire.
"Hmm..." Holding back her moans, An Ruo was about to stroke a second time when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
The fragments were taken away, and her body was easily picked up and fell into a generous and strong embrace.
Tang Yuchen's chin was pinched hard, and Tang Yuchen's gloomy voice was cold and bone-chilling: "An Ruo, I really underestimated you, you are so fucking capable! Don't forget that you are the person I paid for, and I allow you to hurt me.
Got something?!"
An Ruo didn't hear anything, she just wanted to get rid of the physical discomfort.
Her arms automatically hugged the man's strong waist, and she buried her head in his arms, rubbing against him uncomfortably.
"It feels so uncomfortable...save me..."
If she was still conscious at all before, her reason would have collapsed as early as when Tang Yuchen hugged her.
An Ruo's facial features had automatically blocked out everything in the outside world. She was startled when she felt the change in the voice. Only then did she realize that her body was incredibly hot and her thin shirt was already soaked with sweat.
There was a surging desire in her body, like an unstoppable flood, drowning her completely.
An Ruo felt panicked and frightened, her eyes were covered with a layer of blurred mist, and her thin body was shaking like chaff.
The man suddenly let go of his hand, and her soft and boneless body slipped onto the carpet, without even the strength to hold herself up.
Tang Yuchen pinched her chin and raised her head, with dark and deep eyes, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
The faint coolness on his fingertips made Anruo tremble slightly.
"An Ruo, you have pretty good self-control." The man smiled slightly, his handsome face like a sword showing his true nature as a devil, and then he put away his smile, his eyes were sharp and cold: "I want to see if you can hold on.
when!"
An Ruo suddenly waved away his hand, grabbed a bottle of wine on the table, and slammed it on the table, causing the bottle to shatter on the floor.
She grabbed a piece of glass and quickly shrank into a corner, away from Tang Yuchen.
The sharp fragments were pressed against her throat. Although she was tortured to the point of going crazy by desire, there was still a bit of stubbornness in her eyes.
"Don't come here...otherwise...I will die for you..."
Tang Yuchen stared at her with terrifying eyes.
He did not expect that Anruo was so gentle on the outside but had such a strong temperament.
The two faced each other for a few seconds. The man relaxed his body, crossed his slender legs, and curved his thin lips into a sneer.
"I won't go there, I will wait for you to come."
"No...no..." An Ruo hugged her body tightly, even she felt unconfident in what she said.
But she really would rather die than get close to him.
Perhaps Tang Yuchen was a man who existed like a god in the eyes of everyone. But to her, he was a devil, a devil that disgusted and terrified her.
Everything that happened in the hotel that day was the nightmare of her life.
Unless she loses her memory, she will never forgive him.
An Ruo kept thinking about everything that happened that day. Only hatred could keep her awake and keep her from losing herself and crawling onto him.
But she underestimated the medicinal properties of the Eighteen Hells. In just a minute or two, she felt as if a century had passed, and she had reached the limit of persistence.
Clenching the fragments with her fingers, An Ruo felt cruel and scratched her white wrist hard.
The sharp pain made her wake up a little more.
But it was no use, she only woke up for a few seconds, and she was once again overwhelmed by the surging desire.
"Hmm..." Holding back her moans, An Ruo was about to stroke a second time when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
The fragments were taken away, and her body was easily picked up and fell into a generous and strong embrace.
Tang Yuchen's chin was pinched hard, and Tang Yuchen's gloomy voice was cold and bone-chilling: "An Ruo, I really underestimated you, you are so fucking capable! Don't forget that you are the person I paid for, and I allow you to hurt me.
Got something?!"
An Ruo didn't hear anything, she just wanted to get rid of the physical discomfort.
Her arms automatically hugged the man's strong waist, and she buried her head in his arms, rubbing against him uncomfortably.
"It feels so uncomfortable...save me..."
If she was still conscious at all before, her reason would have collapsed as early as when Tang Yuchen hugged her.
An Ruo's facial features have automatically blocked everything from the outside world.
