Smelling his unique chocolate-like aroma in the air, Luo Xiaoqian was inexplicably nervous, and her heart became a little more anxious.
He...what is he going to do?!
Leng Zimo's face stopped less than ten centimeters away from hers, and a pair of dark eyes stared at her aggressively.
"You seem to have forgotten who you are now!"
There was unconcealable anger in his tone.
Knowing that there were countless reporters waiting for her, he came here specially to take her away.
What about her?
She gave him a dirty look as soon as she came. Who did she think she was?
The tall man held the light on his back, and his handsome face had a frost-like gloominess. Feeling the oppression in his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian felt cold sweat on her palms.
Yes, what is her status? She is just a woman for others to spend money on, worse than a servant. Why should she lose her temper with him?
She bit her lip and whispered.
"My mobile phone is broken. If you don't believe it, you can check it yourself!"
On her lip, the wound he bit him yesterday was still there, but now it was being pulled hard, and the scabbed wound had been tied open again, with blood flowing out.
As she spoke, her bloodshot eyes flickered in the light.
Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to brush away a few stray locks of hair from her face.
The broken hair moved away, and the several finger marks on the side of her face were immediately exposed.
His eyebrows became more and more frowned.
Turning his face closer, he wanted to carefully examine the injuries on her face.
Luo Xiaoqian thought he was going to bite her again as punishment like yesterday, so she subconsciously hid aside.
Catching the repulsive look in her eyes, Leng Zimo's anger was instantly full.
How dare she hate him!
The relaxed fingers tightened again, and he moved his lips to kiss her domineeringly.
Luo Xiaoqian wanted to dodge, but his hand held her jaw tightly. Not only did she have nowhere to hide, she couldn't even bite him and fight back.
She pushed him and pushed him.
But he is as heavy as a mountain and cannot be shaken at all.
As if he was worried that she would repeat her old tricks, one of his legs came over at some point and squeezed her legs.
There was only a thin layer of practice clothes between Luo Xiaoqian's back and the glass, and her whole body seemed to be chilled.
Some grievances rose uncontrollably in her heart, and there were tears in her eyes.
Tears slid down the corners of his eyes and onto his lips.
Leng Zimo didn't realize it until she almost couldn't breathe, and then he let her go.
Her face is as beautiful as pear blossoms and raindrops, making people unable to help but feel compassion.
Noticing the tears flashing in her eyes, he felt inexplicably irritated.
"What happened to the injury on your face?"
When his hand was grabbed by him, Luo Xiaoqian just lowered her face and squeezed back her tears. She didn't want to cry in front of him.
"It's none of your business!" Her voice was stubborn and alienated.
"Don't forget, your body is mine now, not just your body, but everything about it!" Holding her chin and making her look at him, Leng Zimo spoke domineeringly, "There will be no next time!"
Letting go of her, he straightened up and said, "Change your clothes and follow me!"
Luo Xiaoqian had no choice. She stood up and walked towards her backpack. She raised her hand to wipe away his traces on her lips.
"No wiping!"
Behind her, Leng Zimo spoke domineeringly.
Bastard, mad dog, tyrant!
Cursing angrily in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian bent over and carried her backpack into the changing room.
