He pressed his whole body onto her back, without any prelude, directly and forcefully penetrated her body.
Rong Musi couldn't help but flinch at the sudden intrusion, and there was a burst of pain on his face.
But he didn't make any move. He put his head close to her ear and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"It's not uncomfortable." She said stubbornly.
"Okay." He withdrew from her body and invaded her fiercely again, this time much harder than before.
"Ah..." She couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Does it hurt this time?" A voice like cold wind came from behind.
She trembled slightly, "It hurts..."
"It hurts." He put his face close to the side of her face and smiled bloodthirstyly, "A woman like you has no heart, so she won't feel heartache, so I have no choice but to abuse my body..."
He pushed himself up again and invaded her again.
"It hurts..." Rong Musi blurted out in a painful voice.
But Lan Yuchi didn't stop this time, but raced crazily inside her again and again.
She gritted her teeth, buried her face in the sheets, and endured it with all her strength.
He kept moving in and out with anger, piercing her narrow passage fiercely.
She gripped the sheets tightly to distract herself, but the harder she gripped, the rougher his movements became.
She felt that the nerves in her lower body were about to burst due to the impact, and the pain filled her heart. The impact like a storm almost made her unconscious.
"No... please..." Tears overflowed from her eyes, and she begged pitifully.
"No? You also know how uncomfortable it is... but the physical pain is nothing. It is far less than one percent of what I bear in my heart. When I begged you not to leave me, could you hear me again?"
Lan Yuchi was still stirring freely inside her body, without a trace of tenderness or pity.
Rong Musi felt that his body was about to lose consciousness, and he felt the pain coming like wind and rain.
Tears blurred her eyes, falling drop by drop on the elegant sheets, staining patches of moisture.
She lay on the bed as weakly as a withered vine, enduring the increasingly rapid and violent impacts from behind...
Finally, Lan Yuchi finally vented her anger, and she almost lost consciousness.
Lan Yuchi turned her over and originally wanted to make some sarcastic remarks to her.
But looking at that beautiful face, which was pale without a trace of blood, and the hair wet with tears was messy and scattered all over her face, his heart suddenly tightened, and pain flashed in his eyes.
He bit his lip and forcefully suppressed the pity in his heart, determined not to pity this woman because she didn't deserve pity.
"You also have today." His smile was beautiful, but his voice was very mocking, "I used to hold you like a treasure, but you didn't care about it... Now you have to be my poor bed warmer, you say you
Is it a shame?"
She shook her long, thick black eyelashes slightly and said feebly: "If sarcasm about me can make you happy inside, you can sarcastically feel free to do so. I am mentally prepared."
Lan Yuchi saw that her face was full of tears and looked lifeless, his eyebrows shrank, and he stood up from her, "I don't like to see such an ugly woman, clean her up right away."
She immediately pushed herself up weakly, covered her body with some clothes, and slowly walked towards the bathroom.