Yang Mufan stood at the door for a long time, and then walked towards her with slender legs. When helping to close the window, Mu Wanqing was in a trance. She only felt a black shadow flashing in front of her, and she had no time to see it clearly.
Then he blurted out out of habit: "Jing, don't close the window..."
During the five years of living together with Ji Lianjing, every time she stood by the bed in a daze, he would always step forward to help her put on her clothes and close the window.
This scene is all too familiar.
As a result, Mu Wanqing was a little dizzy and couldn't distinguish the occasion.
When she woke up completely, she looked at the man standing beside her, stiff and keeping the window closed, with a cold face and red eyes, looking like he wanted to tear her into pieces.
.
Time seems to stand still.
The whole world is completely silent.
The surrounding space expands infinitely.
Everything quickly disappeared from her eyes, and she was completely shielded from her subjective world.
"..." Mu Wanqing's horrified eyes widened to their maximum size. She looked up at Yang Mufan, who was filled with a soul-stirring chill. She was stunned.
Realizing what she had said, she panicked and wanted to explain.
However, Yang Mufan didn't give her any chance.
Before she could open her mouth, he grabbed her wrist violently, dragged her roughly and violently, and walked quickly towards the room.
The moment he pressed her hard on the bed, his bulky and tall body also fell down.
Mu Wanqing was lying on the soft big bed. The moment she was pressed down by Yang Mufan, she felt as if a mountain of tai suddenly descended, and she was almost breathless from the pressure.
Without any foreplay or tenderness, Yang Mufan penetrated her like crazy.
Mu Wanqing opened her mouth in pain and bit down on the white quilt that exuded a faint fragrance to relieve the pain that Yang Mufan had inflicted on her.
Tears uncontrollably accumulated in the eyes, overflowed, and rolled down.
Yang Mufan was very arrogant and cruel, without any skill or mercy. He tortured her severely with endless punishment and plunder.
When he lowered his head to kiss her, his broad palms with a layer of calluses turned her face over, and he saw her tears falling rapidly one after another along her long eyelashes.
On the quilt.
The crystal clear hot tears spread out on the white quilt, then disappeared without a trace.
Yang Mufan was as cold as a god, and his brown pupils suddenly deepened in color. He stared at her indifferently and bit her lip with his teeth, so hard that he almost bit her lip.
That look: as if he was being greatly insulted, as if he was in great pain.
He paused, expressionless, and asked aloud without any emotion: "Why are you crying?! Come to bed with me, do you feel wronged?!"
"..." Mu Wanqing just bit her teeth harder and did not answer.
Yang Mu Fan coldly sneered, his tone full of disdain and ridicule: "You are as stiff as a dead fish, do you really think anyone cares about you?! A woman like you is not qualified to lick my toes, do you understand?"
! Instead of crying here, you might as well pee and look at your disgusting face, it’s so ugly that it makes you sick and unappetizing.”
After saying that, Yang Mufan without any hesitation withdrew from her body.
Standing by the bed, he took out a few tissues on the bedside table, wiped his body randomly, and then threw the dirty tissues on her tear-stained face without mercy.
